"Ain't this a perculiar?" A wolf had ventured away from her pack's territory, seeking out around in a curiosity. Her paws had crossed the sands and the forests, and onto the gritty rocks and a deadland. A set of cliffs, but she knew cliffs at times always held more then what meets the eyes. Even dangerous, perhaps, as her eye would catch site of the side of the cliff as she peered down without fear. She could see there was room to stand below, but the question was how would one get down to see what was beneath the wall? She could smell the treasure this piece of land has to offer. An adventure, one could say.