Firefly Ravine River Crossing

Sauntering along with the coast now behind her, Quill made a slow approach towards the west front of the ravine, opposite our starting protagonist. She spent nearly an hour perusing the gorge's lip, attempting to determine from her vantage point what would be the easiest way to cross once she was able to find a way to get down there herself. Several miles ahead, to the northeast, the river thinned and appeared to be stymied by what would turn out to be a colony of beaver dams the closer she came.

As she went, Quill spotted a dark figure below— traveling along the other side of the river, and quite evidently attempting to find its way across. She couldn't tell how long the wolf had been at this, but she could tell that they were nearly at the end of their journey, if they'd just continue about a mile more.

Because she would want the same courtesy, or perhaps to earn herself some karma points, the spiny she-wolf opened her mouth and bayed down the steep halls of the ravine; calling out to the stranger with encouraging news of their progress: Press on— you can cross soon.