The Morgue

For one reason or another, you seem to find yourself at the base of a mountain; your curiosity is peaked, and there are strange new smells in the air. The ambiance of the area is far from welcoming, though despite this you don't feel discouraged. You take one brave step forward, and then another, and then you're on your way traversing the paths ascending the mountainside. 

Strangely, the further up the mountain you are, the dimmer the light- you're quick to brush it off as time slipping past you, perhaps the sun is now setting, though you could've sworn you started your journey during midday and haven't been long gone. However the more you venture, the more concerned you become.. You're wary and alert, for something doesn't seem so right in this part of the mountain. A thick, suffocating fog has settled around you and through the mist, you can just barely make out shapes a few feet in front of you. 

Your fur bristles suddenly, a low growl trapped in your throat when before you appears another wolf. She gives you a charming smile, her head cocked to the side. "Well well, how did you find your way up here?"