Her cane thumps against the stone ground. "Stiles?" She hasn't seen him at all, anywhere. They'd entered together, but he is so much better at this 'human' thing. She's never been human. She was born a wolf.

There aren't any markings on the cavern walls, which bothers her since she can't tell where she's been before. She hadn't thought to bring chalk with her.

Walking forward she sees a shadow and yelps, stumbling backward. Her flashlight swings around, trying to see who it is...

"St. Raphael?" He looks... bad.