A wind pierces through the Canyon, mirrored by the palm thrust out by a figure in red. A wolf rests on a rock nearby the edge of the cliff they are on, eyes half shut but never leaving the form of his master. The wind dies down as the figure brings her hand back in. If you looked far down the path the wind took you would see a river, and a town far downwind. But don't look too hard as by the time you've turned back around, the figure and the wolf are both gone. The wind picks up again.

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