Redsand Canyon i can see your face in the parisian paintings

They coursed uphill. Anselm followed, Wylla led. Gradually the scent grew thicker, but the ridge they traversed thinned. 

Eventually, the egress petered out to a staircase so narrow that it would cause certain peril to continue. Wylla cut her gaze to the precipice, but called off the chase. 

The pair made back downhill. Anselm left several deposits of his scent and fur along the granite as they went - so all would know a wolf had been here, and the region was still monitored. 

They returned to Paleo as the sun began to sink along the reddening horizon.