Small Cabin | Night (23)
Alice groaned slightly when Hera spoke her thoughts. Just sitting and "surviving" didn't seem like it would work for too long. There had to be another way. However, sure grumbled a curse when Ciana offered herself as bait. "No." She said curtly. Alice would rather sit still than allow another of her friends to die. So there was still food here... That would be helpful. She doubted there would be many other places to aquire anything else on this mountain. Then Dante voiced his idea.
Digging? Alice shuddered. She didn't work well underground, being the type she was. She supposed she could suffer through it, if she had to. Alice stood up slowly, she could do that much now. The pain in her tail subsided completely, dulled by the sense of purpose she once again had. She began to scrounge around the cabin to find some food or supplies they may need. "I can't dig." She said, momentarily looking down at her sharp, flat claws. "I'll look for some supplies while you get start-"
Her voice wavered as the cabin began to shake. When the movement stopped, very quick cutting noises could be heard on one of the walls. Before long, a claw poked through the wall. One red eye appeared in the hole it made, and shudders racked Alice's body, accidentally slamming her tail against an opposite wall. The Whitehound had found them. Alice moved quickly, searching for anything she could carry. "Dig or break through a wall, I don't care! Just move!" She yelled frantically, at her team. "Hurry!"