Namir stared up at the seemingly unpassable wall, blinking. It looked like steps – steps made for giants, dozens of times larger than any wolf. Steps made by a waterfall, perhaps, though what remained of the falls was quite feeble, at best. She’d observed the low water table at the spring, but it seemed more of the forest was affected than she’d originally realized. Great. Perhaps she should have stuck at the lake with Blue Eyes.

But he’d probably have ditched her after moonrise, too.

Her ears flicked irritably as she thought of Vaken. Fucking coward. Her stomach, though not painfully empty, was certainly feeling light. A few scavenged bites only went so far, and she was a grown ass woman. It was time to forward around the foot of the falls, see if any small mammals had ventures out for a drink.