Sheepeater Cliff escape velocity five-point-six

He's maybe fifty feet from where he had been spooked when a voice calls out behind him. It's unwelcome, considering how macabre the crypt he's standing in is.. That's when he realized, that's exactly what this place was: a graves' end for unwitting souls like him.

Jesus, he hates that idea. It sends a shiver down his back, but Deimos is no coward. He turns around, expecting a vision of the ghastly and getting a wolf instead. She's smaller than him, but much more assured. He notices right away that she has unusual markings, her face covered in a moon-like sheen of white. It's kind of peculiar, making him wonder if it was painted on by chalky paste or if it was natural. Either way, he's caught in the bright yellow of her stare. "You didn't see the bones?" He can't believe she hasn't. There's so many of them you could make a bone palace out of them, and still have bones left over to make a pallisade surrounding it. It's really not his tea. "I'm thinking it's a place for the dead, and not the living. I don't exactly have an interest in joining them."