Lost Creek Hollow A star is born

The noises stopped almost as soon as she took notice of the wolf. Her ears pivoted atop her head; perhaps it had been a bird after all, and her arrival had spooked it? Her gaze trailed to the sky and she tried to scan her surroundings for any hints to where the bird might have gone — but she was not a hunter or tracker, and soon gave up the pursuit. She was more than happy to have company and approached the tableau of stone where the stranger lay — unaware of the object they possessed. 

Hello! She called to them when she was closer, and even raised up on her hind legs to try and get a good view over the stacks of smooth, weathered stone. Ibis was always such a tiny creature and even when angled in such a way as to stand like that, she couldn't quite see over the ledge to where the stranger sat. How'd you get up there...? She asked as she fell back to her four feet; then she began to search for an easy route up to where the wolf was laying. It looked like a nice place to nap.