The Sunspire Tried to do[m]esticate you

no worries, you’re good! here is an extremely detailed and proportional diagram of what I’m imagining; lmk if I need to change anything :>

Oh, fuck. With just as much purpose the stranger rose, moved, towards her—what, not one for hello, either? Instinct tugged at the hairs along Finey’s neck; she forced them down. Dead giveaways of wariness were neither becoming nor wise.

“May I help you.” Something resembling a question pulled at her tone; preceding silence kept its impact negligible. Whatever this wolf wanted, at least he came straight for the point. Finley’s stance shifted, firm, senses roaring alive at last. On one side, a stream; on the other and elsewhere, cascading mountains. Who had the high ground? Did it matter? Not to him.