Work Song

Something's very strange in these lands. Perhaps it's just the wind filtering through the porous rock, but there's an ever constant wailing. You skitter back into the freckled shadows as a shower of pebbles and dust spill from somewhere above- what a narrow dodge!

Looking upwards at the heights could make even a bird sick. The spires crawl so high they pierce the clouds, fiery layers hidden behind fog.
It's utterly alien, no place for a wolf- even a most experienced Scout could be lost in the canyon's expansive reach.

Aside from the whistling wind, there's scarcely a sound beside your own nails clicking on the sculpted ground. Until- Something scratches, stone against stone. It'd be wise to expect another pelting of debris, but instead of scattered rock, an entire pillar is collapsing!

As the dust settles, you notice that the smooth stone, no longer jutting into the heavens, leads to a plateau's edge. Like a log over rushing waters, it's a trail.

That's when, with a whistle, a fiery wolf slides her way down. She smiles deviously at the plant-coated canid who peers over the ledge.

"C'mon down, hun," the ochre wolf calls, "we've got a lost soul here."

"Work Song," she introduces herself, motioning to her golden chest with a forepaw. She's got an air of authority- she must be pretty serious about fulfilling her name... Her head tilts, and she shares a look with the approaching comrade, before grinning devilishly.
 "You know, it's dangerous to be here alone. Not everyone is fit for these lands. Follow us, kid. We'll see if you can manage."