Whitewater Gorge Slowly Falling from the sky

Macaria Had doubled back when she realized her companion had gotten distracted, the spectral shewolf grateful for a lull in the downpour. 
She followed the sound of excited voices, frowning when she realized one of them was male. 
She moved carefully along the edge of the gorge, the water below roaring and whipping itself into a deadly froth. One wrong move, and her journey will have ended. 
As she approached the wise shewolf eyed the young male up and down, like a mother figure judging a potential suitor for her daughter. 
"And who might this be?" She asked mildly.