Whitewater Gorge cataclysm

She'd moved on from her meeting with Dirge, feeling much better after having contact with someone.
Someone that didn't try to eat her.
She wandered in no particular direction, ambling alone hoping to stumble on a carcass or...something. It was getting colder, not great for her thin, dark coat that leeched her body heat. She wasn't used to the cold and had barely made it through the winter; luckily she wasn't in an area hit too hard by blizzards. Here though was rather exposed. More exposed than she liked. 

She at least had her wish granted. An interesting gorge opened up before her. She looked up and down it, ensuring there wasn't someone about to throw her in, before crawling to the edge and peering down. The water ran northish. North it was then. She stood and trotted along the lip of the chasm, looking for something to do. 
Another wolf seemed to be interesting enough.

The woman chuffed to alert the figure ahead of her presence, swishing her tail to show her friendly greeting. "Hola desconocido!"