Ghost Lion Crag Where cats and fears do tread

After hours of jogging, the wolf hadn't got any closer to the shore; instead, he'd stranded on a rock formation, a crag between sheer cliffs and sharp edges of the surrounding mountains. The light was fading from the sky by the minute, and the dark abyss Amaguq could see as he balanced himself over the cliffs reminded him of the open throat of a giant.
Night was falling fast: he could hear debris falling from the edge of the cliff through the sheer quaking of his pads, and the scent of the invisible predators in the area made him uneasy. He hurried to lower, safer ground before the sky turned pitch black.

Even in the fading light, his sharp eye quickly noticed a hollow structure: It might be too small for him, but that didn't stop him from taking a closer look. As he peered inside, he saw a fiery glow, fed by the last rays of sunlight, shining like small embers in the darkness. The image was so hypnotic that it took him a while to notice a pair of emerald eyes staring back at him.

At first he mistook the creature for a fox, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his heart leapt at the recognition. His eyes widened, reflecting the many questions that danced in his mind. What was she doing in there? How could he approach her without her running away again? What to say after what had happened?

Not knowing what to do, he froze in place, like an idiot, bowing his head and hoping the pup wouldn't feel too intimidated.