taffy turns right into the platform as she follows bite-nats masked wasp down the narrow line of painted yellow as she touches her shoulder against the rough red cedar vertical spatial wall of dead logs , viewing to her left side the open platform leading to a second wall of dead logs where the rider team will park for the huntress game competition as her eyeballs stare forward towards the cliff edge , seeing group of squatting bodies then she suddenly stops in place with her jaw dropped as she identifies wolf and other unfamiliar but clearly tan-skinned teens too close at the edge of the cliffs against the single wooden railing .