Bark at the moon (Solo)

[Fenrir]

The earth rumbled, as if the gods themselves were angry with the it. The mountains cracked, and a series of tunnels that were once previously sealed were reopened. The cold frigid mountain air sucked into the once sealed tunnels, filling the vast catacombs, filling it with fresh air. These tunnels acted as a funnel, feeding air into one large central chamber. Cold air flushed in, creating a chaotic vortex. The noise, and fresh air, awoke Fenrir. The long slumbering deity of beasts finally awoke after countless years of sleep.
The wolf, growled snapping his head up. "No Jolly I don't want fish!" He roared angrily.

The wolf rolled onto all fours and looked around. He was in a large chamber, with several tunnels funneling into it. Fenrir licked his muzzle, and tried to recall what was going on. The thought eluded him, and caused him to snarl. He shook his body, chasing all traces of sleep from his joints. "Where the hell is my ice castle?" The wolf growled.

He yawned, and sprinted forward, heading towards one of the tunnels. His grey fur flowing slightly in the breeze, his feral yellow eyes staring into the darkness. He had no clue where he was, or why he was here. But he was going to find out.

[Fenrir]

The tunnel was dark, and incredibly dry. The walls were smooth, as if they had been chiseled out of the earth. It was beginning to become clear that this system was not natural. Fenrir padded along the tunnel for what seemed like hours, unable to tell whether or not he was going up or down. Eventually he found the tunnel beginning to become lighter, and he entered an open chamber.

There were two paths he could take, and a treasure chest standing in the middle. Fenrir loped over to the chest and smacked his head against it, which oddly enough, opened it. Inside he found a small leather pouch. He clamped his mouth around the pouch. He paused, and swallowed the bag.

He felt stuffed, and had a strange feeling that he was supposed to do that. He paused and looked at the tunnels. Unsure of which way to go. He looked at the two, and chose to take the one on his right. This tunnel was starting to get on his nerves.