Dragoncrest Cliffs you can't even trust the air you breathe

AW ^_^

he was tired. his limbed ached. his paws raw, his tendons rigid. even his eyes reflected exhaustion, so reclusive and dull was the amber spark that rounded his recessed pupils. he hiked a sigh, his pace slowing until he groaned into a lumbering halt. around him the sea roared and the gulls clattered and there was nary a bite to eat.

where he stood he was too high in the world to scour the strand below for food, and the edge of the copse was a long way yet. he had taken great care to avoid packs and in doing so, had carved a wide journey heavy with miles. before nightfall he would reach the ocean -- but for now the ragged wolf paused to survey the open skies overhead and the expansive drop of earth crumbling beneath his very paws.