Stretching from the cliff is a dense forest, dangerous and wild. A river flows here, the river that leads to the water fall on the cliff and floods the plain at the end of every winter. The forest, though lacking in much human influence, is home to more sinister monsters, and who knows, there might be a cult or two creeping around back there.

Looking out over the cliff one can see the flood plain below, a human settlement in the distance.

There are trees here, and a waterfall that feeds the river in the flood plain. The ground can be anything from rocky to muddy down the slope from the cliff. Often there are a few traps set out by humans, particularly in the autumn and winter seasons.

Down the slope and at this end of the flood plain is a sparse forest, humans hunt here often and are more common here. There might even be a few loggers or shaman living around here, be careful wolves. And don't eat the cattle, no matter how easy the pickings are, chances are a human will find out.

Here the trees are completely gone and the humans till their fields to grow crops. There are irrigation channels throughout, and no cover for wolves. Within site is the crude human settlement with its wooden palisade around it. Be careful of humans and when the plain floods, most of the flooding occurs here where the plain is at its lowest.

Here is were 500 or so humans live, growing crops and livestock, trying to survive in the middle of nowhere. Their town is surrounded by a palisade, a wall with two gates in it, to protect from animals, raiders, whatever humans have to fear. There are some priests and magic users in town, along with the militia. Wolves be careful when coming this close, a cult might like you cut in two, or your pelt might make a fine addition to the village chief's collection. Incurring the wrath of one human here could prove fatal to the other wolves in the region.

A desolate wasteland, more hard, barren earth than sand.
Venturing into this No Man's Land is tantamount to signing a death warrant for the foolish, and risky at best under any circumstances. The ground is uneven, and the wildlife unfriendly, and mostly small. The largest thing here would be the occasional fox, and he's much more suited to this place than.
Danger board. You've been warned.

Just when you think you're gonna die of thirst and hallucinations, a small stream bubbles to the foot of the formidable High Range where the hem of the mountains meets the baking desert. This range of about eight high mountains is more survivable, there are small forests on the lower flanks and valleys, though the summits are dangerous and inhospitable places.