Blue Canyon

The following days saw a change of pace in our journey. Until now, we'd relied on Fable's size and speed to traverse any obstacle, practically breezing through what was normally a months-long journey. Now, however, we were forced to walk. The canyon was filled with sheer cliffs and twisting crevasses. Even with the road, many of the tight spaces were just large enough for a wagon to pass through, never mind a fifty-foot wolf. 

I walked where I could, but whenever I grew tired and flagged behind, Fable was quick by my side. Even in his condensed form, he was nearly ten feet long and plenty strong enough to carry me by myself. Korra could have ridden too, but she claimed to prefer the exercise, jogging lightly beside Fable's larger strides.