Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

The boy from the copse had led him carefully through the Firebird claim and after a curt farewell, Asa was left in the shadowed valley between the mountains. It was more like a chasm - but there was less cover than the hinterlands proper and Asa finally felt like he could breathe easy. It sucked to leave the region behind but he had places to be, people to track down (and potentially confront if his luck held out) so he did not dally.

As he hiked along his heavy steps crunched the snow; he paused along one ridge to look back, seeing the treetops from an angled vantage point, and sighed deeply. Maybe he would come back this way one day. As Asa moved on, he heard what sounded like a cougar in heat yowling from an adjacent ridge - it was a blood curdling drone without any pitch control, making him wince in physical agony until its conclusion. He opted to avoid it.

In doing so however, the wanderer put himself on a direct path with the true culprit of ear-shattering dissonance: up ahead among some trees stood a black-and-ginger wolf. The man looked around skeptically before steadying himself across the stonework and began closing the distance, making himself known merely through the beat of his steps. If there was some sort of creature lurking here, it was best to stick together.

Could be a cameo if preferred! Could not help myself.