Trent went into the cave to find an endless-looking tunnel. Moss was scattered across it like bear traps, there was a scruffy backpack that was covered in ashes, for a candle was next to it. There was an old, rusty pickaxe lodged in the old, cobbled stony walls. Trent ran down the corridor, the damp air filling his tiny nose and flying in his mouth. A scratching noise stopped Trent right in his tracks, he heard a horrendous howl. There was a wolf! Trent ran further but slipped on the moss…