Altar of Twilight —in his right hand was the key to the bottomless pit.

Yep!

The ridge he now found himself lurking upon was high, and far, and there was no way down except the way he had initially travelled; it took Raimo a few hours of toiling to realize this, and by then the light had dimmed and come again. If he doubled back too far he'd encounter Sialuk's scent, and was wary of her anger — but playful also, as a boy might toy with a cute girl — until another scent crossed his attention.

This one was of blood, and a masculine musk, but also a sour kind of note that Raimo had never tasted before. There was at least one wolf-scent, maybe others — but it was that sour note that wound the strongest for a while, and he stalked carefully along, until the ground was painted with tufts of white fur and red flesh.

Beyond the mess was a red-tailed stranger. The two men looked at one-another with a similar thought in mind: what has happened here, and what have you done? Raimo was the more curious of the two, evidently, and he relented in his stare long enough to lower his tail.

A bad hunt? He ventured slyly, motioning with a tip of his chin towards the defilement of the path.