Bonesplinter Ravine no man is an island entire of itself

*shrieks*

He might have missed her, had he not been looking so intently for a way out of here. As it was, Hrishikesh thought he might be seeing things—but no, that was definitely brown against the gray of the rocks, the faint blue of the sky. Decidedly wolf-shaped. He squinted, trying to get a better look.

Arrey, bachcha! the god shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls of the cursed ravine. He smirked to hear himself again, again, again, and then spoke once more. Do you see a path out of this place? Something, anything?

The stranger would be handsomely rewarded should they be of service. He hadn't come here intending to find himself in debt—especially not so soon—but he had been told this world held many quandaries. Being trapped here would only be the first of them.