Whitewater Gorge big poop

A heavy thud draws her attention, ears perking as she stops and glances around in search of the source. It'd been a dense, fleshy sound, like some huge beast had hit the ground. Her first thought is that it might be some large hooved animal, or even a mountain lion — but both assumptions turn out to be wrong. The form she spots in the distance is a bit too fluffy to be either of those things, and as she approaches, she realizes it's another wolf. A huge wolf, but still a wolf. Are you alright? She calls, halting a few yards away in case the stranger has a bad temper.