The wolves were near blinding in their quest to kill them off. At first they came in pairs, a manageable amount that left limp courses across the floor. But soon one was howling, and the ground began to shake. Something bigger was coming and it was coming from behind. She peered over her shoulder at Theon and grabbed onto his arm roughly.
"Run."
One sharp cut cleared the path, leaving the fire breathing wolf beast yelping against the corpses. Blindly she charged forth, slashing beasts aside and simply running with all of her might. But it sounded like whatever beast was behind them was gaining grounds.
She swore and took a sharp left, this hallway empty of light, save for the glow from Theon's blade, and the reflection it made in her own pale eyes as she pressed forward, fast, even as the path grew narrower and the pair soon had to drop to their knees to clear themselves to the other side.
Once she rolled to a broader opening, she reached a hand back and urged Theon.
"Take my hand!" They needed to move.