"Hey, stranger."
Crag swoops down from the rocks like a hawk. Their dappled grey fur blends in seamlessly with the cliffs, so the only thing distinguishing them from their surroundings is their persistently wagging tail. They fall into step beside you like they've known you all their life, and as they do, you notice the glares of their packmates soften and turn away. Nudging you lightly, they lower their voice: "Don't mind the looks, yeah? It's not every day we get someone new all the way out here." Their eyes glint with interest, sharp teeth begging you to answer. "So, where are you from?"
> Keep exploring the territory.
> See what Crag was guarding.
> Turn back.