Cassiopeia's View ooga-chaka ooga ooga

Pallas had claimed the Peaks, in the small way an insignificant and minuscule lifeform might lay claim to portions of finite space. She was a squatter through and through, depraved in some ways by the sudden absolution of solidarity. It was not often a wolf visited her small sect of the world and when it did she was very alert, though she was often hard-pressed to reinforce her paltry claim. As she heard clattering below and smoothly strode to investigate, her posture wore a look of quiet indifference. That was until she saw the culprit and mistook it for a dog. Last time she had encountered one, she had missed out on an opportunity to eat it. She was not necessarily hungry, but if there is one thing Pallas was, it was avarice defined. "I can push you." She called suggestively from above, scanning the rimrock for possible paths that might prove dangerous enough to make him an easy meal.