Cortinarri

The hot-tempered she-wolf lopes into the area over the hard snow, and wonders around. Her delicate nose twitches slightly to pick up interesting, yet mostly common scents. She could hardly associate the fallen stone structures as belonging to humans; they seemed as natural as rocks in a creek.

Cortinarri leapt lightly up to a high stone block, and climbed a slanted pillar until she was six feet from the ground. The cold winds ruffled her fur as she looked out over the land.