Bonesplinter Ravine finally getting to sleep

@Troy

under a grey and cheerless twilight an auburn wolf surfaced from a small dip in the terrain, her ears splayed as she stood on the rise and peered down the valley floor. a black gout of earth attracted her attention -- a scar that split the barrier mountains in the face of a cavernous and intimidating ravine.

but indra did not see intimidating - she saw shelter, isolation -- with nimble steps she cast down the slope, her footfall silent save for the occasional skitter of pebble across bedrock.

the gully that drew her was far less inviting in person; even from the cliff's height she could make out small interruptions in the earth below that she suspected might be bones. even in the colorless advent of dusk, that pale color was unmistakable. indra had never been here before -- and had she known the ominous name the ravine carried, perhaps she never would have visited at all.