Sorry for passing out on you D: 5+
Perhaps it was a premonition, or his senses needed to be sharper than Caspa's due to the lack of sight, but she couldn't smell blood. Moving very quickly in order to get under the jutting belfry, she slowed instantly she was within the building. It had a tall, arching roof with many beams, and almost no furniture. Pillars broke the weak light into weaker shadows, and a very impressive coloured window filled almost the entirety of one wall, but it was so dusty little light filtered through to paint the hall its various hues. The floor was stone, and very cold: she could feel the cool dampness spreading over her whole body. She saw the cougar, and began to head towards her, but halted in shock to see what the cat was looking at, pinned up against the wall. Maybe she had come in here on some other purpose, but now she appeared to have caught a wolf. The luperci was as still as one of the robed human statues, but his chest was fluttering with fear. Caspa wanted to tell him the lion was safe, but she suddenly wasn't so sure. It didn't look like Fovea was actually being aggressive, but she was standing and facing the man in a way that Caspa certainly wouldn't have wanted to be trapped in front of. If she startled the cat, would it attack? Her anxiety made her motionless too.
There was a second of dim and gloomy silence, the wolf's eyes darting from side to side, then Fovea seemed to notice Caspa. She turned her head, then her body, winding a sinuous cat-like greeting and the ivory hound relaxed: yes, of course, this was Swentzle's companion, not a wild creature. The other wolf seemed relieved too, but he seemed to think his reprieve was only because the cougar had turned its attention to a weaker target. He shouted "Oh, thank you, thank you," to no one in particular, and then dashed for the exit, both cat and dog head turning to watch him. He gave a yell as he reached the doorway, and screeched to a halt, perhaps noticing Swentzle and feeling himself trapped. Or maybe he hadn't seen the other male at all, for his head seemed upwards turned and Caspa realised he'd run into a cloud of dust emanating from the upper lintel of the large stone door. The next second, the wall above the door disintegrated and fell, taking the little belfry with it.
Caspa noticed with resigned horror that the world resumed its slow-motion sharpness as it did whenever danger hit: noticed the breaking blocks of stone and the ancient plaster exploding into dust, noticed the stranger-wolf, disappearing beneath it all, noticed the rays of dying December sun coming through the hole where the masonry had been, lighting this interior brightly in a way it probably had never been before. She had no idea if the building was done collapsing but she sprinted for the pile of rubble anyway, clutching a hand to her mouth to try to filter the dust which she could hardly even see through.
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