Ravenshook Cliffs didn't know how but i always had a feeling

He doesn't remember departing the fiery woman's company, but he has. He's well enough to travel a short distance, at least — and stubborn enough, too. So he finds himself here, battered and hungry along the cliffs. An idiot, really. He'd been lucky enough to be rescued, and had thrown it away. But at least it's nice here — he's always enjoyed the coast. The dark wolf settles himself on the ground near the cliffs, watching the ocean, and wonders why he makes stupid decisions.

It was a bit more chilly than usual and by the looks of the clouds that filled the once blue sky it was going to do something tonight. That little voice that is inside of everyone's head had told her not to wonder too far from the territory but today she was feeling especially rebellious. Having survived that horrible attack it had given her a new outlook on her life. It was like she needed to live everyday as if it was the most cherished time she would ever get.
A smug smile crossed her face as she headed across the territories. Leaving BDP behind for the day or who knows maybe night or a few days. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to do yet but knew something was calling her righ now. Her fluffy coat made it easy to be warm as she sped up. The sights were passing her by but the smile still stuck on her face.
Time passed and she came to some cliffs and by the scent of the air she could tell it was by the sea. Carefully she placed herself upon the rocky ground. Thrill was what she seeked out at the moment. Stones tumbled as she made her way around, hitting the bottom with a thud not too long after they came loose. The air was a different scent but one that made her feel happy, but alone with that scent came another? Elixir was curious to know who else would be on the cliffs.
A small chuff came out as she moved forward to see just a shadow so far of another wolf.

He winces slightly as he shifts to get comfortable, realizing he's probably sporting a couple broken ribs. The scent of a stranger doesn't reach him until he glances behind him, a little unsettled by the lack of familiarity in his surroundings. He should be used to it by now, wanderer that he'd become when he'd departed to search for Lily — but the cliff had been his home for awhile. And he misses his friends more than he'd like to admit out loud.
He registers the scent finally, and it pulls him from his thoughts only moments before another wolf appears — or, not a wolf? The sight of her startles him slightly; he's seen dogs before, and wolfdogs too, enough to recognize one. Still, there's something unique about her. He returns the chuff after a couple beats, suddenly hyper-aware of his ragged state; his fur is still salt-crusted, body still littered with various wounds healing all too slowly. He rises slowly, thinking he must look a mess — and he can't even say the other guy looks worse.

An easy, slightly lopsided grin spreads over his face at sir, though his chest tightens a little; it reminds him of his friends and their teasing use of the formality. He's never been a sir type of guy, really — but it's kind of cute coming from the floppy-eared girl who identifies herself as Elixir. Freddie. It's a pleasure to meet you, He returns, noting the scent of pack on her. It's a little surprising, but he likes the idea of packs taking in those of mixed blood, and thinks perhaps it's more common here. Wherever here really is.
Do you know what this place is? He asks after a few beats, swallowing. I, ah — it sounds a little mad, but I washed up on the beach nearby — someone helped me. A woman with a red coat. I can't recall her name, or how I got here. Part of him wants to ask if she might know of his pack, his friends — but he knows, deep down, that she won't. He'd known the coast like the back of his paw back home; he'd never seen anywhere like this before. Despite the hope still fluttering in his chest, he knows he is impossibly far from his friends — and perhaps he'll never see them again.

He's a touch disappointed to learn she's unfamiliar with the territory, but he can't really hold it against her. Traveling has always been a passion of his own, even if now it feels more like a burden than anything. He pauses a moment, and before he can say anything Elixir is speaking again. He's not surprised to hear she hasn't seen the red woman near; he half-wonders if he'd imagined the entire encounter, if he'd hit his head a bit too hard in the fall. It doesn't quite occur to him to mention to the wolfdog that he'd fallen off a cliff — trivial little details.
He shrugs slightly in response to her question, but her concern is not unappreciated. The sea is rough, He agrees, returning her smile though his own is weary. I'm still healing from my injuries, and I can't hunt for myself yet — but I'm alive, and grateful for it. He pauses, glancing out over the cliffs. Do you travel often, Elixir? He decides to ask; just because he's a little roughed up doesn't mean he has to be a completely dull conversation partner.