Cassiopeia's View ooga-chaka ooga ooga

Thanks for the thread even if Pallas is insufferable to be with!

The pale she wolf craned her neck, peering down the rimrock where she had seen Dingo last. Her ears strained to capture any sound yet all she got for her efforts was the slow lull of silence. The geese were long-gone, having been tipped off well in advance by Dingo's blundering approach. She watched the spot where she had last seen him for a few minutes and when he did not re-emerge she rose and picked her way up the mountain, back to the small densite she had secured as her own.