You walk through the weaving dark spires of rock that jut out mercilessly towards the sky, the grey-purple stone colored an unforgiving jet black as they block out the light of the moon. Every step you take forward sends echoes of skittering pebbles around the ravine, hard rocks materializing too quick out of the darkness for you to not bump into.

Don't think about the missing wolves, you think to yourself nervously as you pad forward faster. Don't think about the local legends; this place is too barren to support life, there's no way there's anything here, it's ridiculous! Just get your obsidian and leave-

A rock skitters down from one of the spires.

You look up and yelp in fright, scrambling backwards- the outline of a lorwolf stands high up on a spire in front of you, cold golden eyes the only thing you can see in the darkness. You're frozen in place, heart pounding in terror, ears pinned back as the lorwolf studies you, claws flashing in the moonlight threateningly- and then between one blink and the next, disappears like it was never there.

The lifeless rock spires still stand, unchanged from before, silent as ever and devoid of prey and plants alike.

But you are not alone.