Ravenshook Cliffs unmoored

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it was usual to see a crow grappling the strong winds of the sea, and as sandpiper watched the dark form flit across the moonlit ocean, her eyes were draw to where it had originated -- a jagged cliffside that butted the cold sea. her gaze traveled upward and landed on a dark form hunched at the lip of the bluff.

the distance was too great for her make out any defining features - it was distinctly canine, and that was about all she could tell. bidden by curiosity, sandpiper made for the figure at a dog-trot, coming to a halt once she was close enough gather a good look at the individual. she was dark, as dark as the crow whose wings folded between clips of seafoam. sandpiper regarded her quizzically. "that your bird?"