Blacktail Deer Plateau I am no upstart demon, scrabbling in the dirt of the soul.

Nieve agreed—they definitely weren't going back to the sea anytime soon. It hurt her heart to be away from the sound of waves against the cliffs and the rise and fall of the tide, but they had to make the best of their situation. The sea was dangerous right now. They could make a home of the plateau if they pitched in, and they could search for Scarab in the meantime.

We should go back to the forest first, said Nieve. It's at the top of the cliff, it should be safe there. We can start there, and work from the coast inland. Maybe see if we can find other packs to ask around at? If Scarab was alive, she reckoned he would find somewhere to stay as soon as he could. None of them could survive without others, and all of them were born survivors. All of them would do whatever was necessary to stay alive.

At least she hoped that was the case.