Horizon Ridge i: the other half.

The steps he follows lead down in to a gulley. No doubt one of the many lines of descension from the ridge proper towards the coast. They deepen as the mud thickens. Some parts of the trail look even messier, accentuated with drag marks from where the giant had struggled for release.
Then, there is nothing.
The muddy trail terminates where exposed bedrock sits and soaks, followed by a sudden steep drop. No sign of any struggle here; a fall from this height would damage any wolf. Anything larger would have bent saplings, torn the loam from its holdings, and been clearly evidenced at the bottom. The absence of any such destruction is telling.
In the opposite direction there is only the forest—and, in all likelihood, a watchful beast hidden in the dark.