My dearest! Come, I am straight ahead.

To be fair, it should have been easy to tell who it was, based on the voice and of course the familiar scent trail she was now picking up. But, the gremlin was still not convinced it was her mother. Was it The Five? Were They calling to her, using a voice she was so accustomed to hearing? Why else would the cave have been so dark, if not to conceal their appearance?

It took little-to-no convincing for the shadow to gather what few bones she could find in the darkness and make her way towards the beckoning. The voice came again, their face(s) still unable to be seen. What was she doing here? She should be more careful than to stick her nose in cursed holes in the ground?

Her bones were set against her feet, a choice to make them easier to find. Are you… not here… too? clearly her “mother” (or The Five) were standing within the cursed hole in the ground too.