As she steps under the archway of the wolf’s nostril, the heavy scent of blood and meat is blown away by a warm, gentle breeze of fresh air. For a moment, her eyes are dazzled by light… when her vision clears, she realizes she's walking down a stone corridor. The ceiling, floor and walls are all made up of the same evenly-cut grey stone blocks. Torches in brackets line the walls at regular intervals. Nevertheless, the atmosphere feels inviting, the air clean and easy to breathe, not smoky at all.