As the heavy paw steps faded away, Skysong crawled out from under a decomposing log. She sat in the fields above the cliff , washing herself. Spotting a injured doe, she slunk through the bushes, not making a sound. When Skysong was close enough, she ran at it. She jumped knocking it over and gave it the killing bite. After she ate, she walked to her den, made of mostly rock. Supposedly, a large river hollowed it out many generations ago.
She sat looking at the moon for many minutes, when she heard another wolf pull itself onto the cliff.