Blackbeak Bluff and i whisper "my wife,"

Her sides expanded and collapsed in a rhythmic pattern. It would be obvious that she had, in some way, physically tasked herself. The sharp hair stinging her lungs but she was forced to keep breathing it. She had to steady her breathing again. Blue eyes locked onto the rocky drop off just below her.

Gallo was forced to wonder how many had fallen. Accidental or otherwise. How many survived and how many had no time to focus on what had happened? The thoughts were fleeting - disappearing as quickly as they appeared.

She would have preferred to keep moving along - find somewhere better to be - but there was a dark figure on her path. Sure, she could have gone around them with ease (plenty of space still left between them) but she wanted the straight path in front of her. It was with that thought in mind that a deep sound began to bubble in the pits of her throat.

Perhaps she was being a bit dramatic.