Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

so sorry for the wait on this!

relmyna had grown accustomed to departing blackfeather now — she returned often to the glowing altar, for it had begun to soothe questions that would otherwise go unanswered. presently, the disfigured woman had strayed to an oddly shaped stone formation, drawn to its existence. perhaps it was curiosity, or something else.
relmyna did not care; she gleefully drew her thin body into its reaches, muzzle trailing against its surface to take the scent of wolves. had the glimpse of another not been had, the tyro would have continued up — however, the presence of a young wolf not far from her frightened relmyna.
she knew well what sort of reaction her scarred muzzle engendered in others, and could scarce bare it. at once she turned, poised to dash away, but her foot kicked aside a rock into another, and the patchwork wolfess froze in horror as the sound echoed loudly in the small space.