They So Crooked if They Swallowed a Nail they’d Shit a screw

Wendigo poked around at the spires with what was dangerously approaching boredom. The strange night had turned to day, and he'd come to investigate the earthquake only to find this strange new land. You'd think that alone would have been enough to interest him, but Wendigo was a wolf of refined needs, and a bunch of motionless, spiky rocks with no movement wasn't enough to hold his admittedly terrible attention span for long. He'd started considering painting the rocks with blood, just for something more interesting to do. Luckily for the... motionless rocks... entertainment came before he'd resorted to petty vandalism, in the form of his very most interesting friend, Marrow. At the scent of her, his muzzle gaped open in a boyish grin, and the big male bounded through the rocks to find her. "Marroooooww!" he sang out, finally pouncing around a stone in the hopes of startling her.