The high-pitched one was after me! No longer feeling safe, I rushed to another part of the cave. What kind of wonder was this? I’d never heard of a cave that shifted position. Now, I saw the high-pitched one gazing at me from the newly-created opening in the cave. Its paw reached for me. Closer, ever closer. I scooted backwards out of its way. I considered biting it, but didn’t want to be poisoned. If it had the magic to move caves, what kind of magic might it use to prevent biting?