Blackbeak Bluff doubloons

Dusk bathed the phantom in rich mahogany as he left the forest behind in search of the cliffs. Now was the perfect time to hunt; seabirds would be returning to roost here where navigation for a quadruped was tricky. Picking his way carefully along the rocks, his gaze fell to where the jagged stones met the sea some vast distance below. How easy it would be to slip and meet an untimely demise. Fortunately, Murk had found his sea legs long ago.

A squawk from above signalled his move. Head spinning skyward, he zeroed in on a lone gull preparing for landing and picked up speed. Using his powerful back legs to propel himself upwards, he caught the bird mid-air and landed with a clatter back on solid ground. A swift bite to the neck was all it took to still its flapping.

More would be caught and cached for later, but a subtle shift in the air made the fur on his spine prickle uneasily. He was being watched.

@Castel maybe ? not sure what character you planned to throw at this, grim! timings can be changed if needed

Emris had been watching for a while, his pale form blending into the rocky outcrops that lined the cliffs.

The gull’s squawk had drawn his gaze upward just in time to see the stranger’s precise leap, the mid-air catch, the practiced landing. Efficient, he thought, his ears twitching at the sound of the bird’s lifeless thud against stone.

The air shifted, carrying the faintest trace of the other wolf’s scent.

He stood, stepping out from his vantage point with deliberate ease, his large paws finding steady purchase on the uneven ground.