Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

for @Eigma <3

the clifftops held danger, but also the tender eggs of seabirds. lasher intended them for blue willow, and so, upon rising that morn, he washed his forepaws and muzzle in the small creek at donnelaith's midst, and emerged from the packlands to seek out pawholds for his climb. he must leave once his task had been completed, for he must not shirk his duties upon the plateau, but dante was aware that the druid made ready their new land.

his ingress to a place atop the cliffs was a quite narrow path, but the man, with careful placement of his paws, was able to reach the top of the lowest ledge, and was rewarded with a nest of murre eggs -- he shooed away the helpless hen and stood devouring the yolks, pondering how he would carry one of the delicate morsels to blue willow.