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

underneath the lengthy sweep of cliff-fall the sea thundered, roaring headlong into the stony spires. tachyon listened, both ears pulled forwards -- and so immersed was he in the song of salt and spray he did not hear a wolf until it was nearly upon him.

alarmed and instinctively worried for his survival, tachyon reeled, his hackles upright but no semblance of aggression writ across his countenance. but it seemed the steel agouti that approached him was also confused, for his countenance swam with perplexity and what tachyon could only identify as embarrassment.

his hackles settled as he realized the wolf was not outright hostile -- and while he was not about to blithely trust the canine, at least now they were face to face and tachyon could defend himself in case of onslaught. had he known aduin was in the bushes, perhaps he would have been a little more wary. "oh.. it's alright." the slate colored wolf supplied, scanning the crumbling rocks ahead. "if you're here.. does that mean i am close to a pack?" his brow furrowed as he continued his thoughts: "i'm only passing through -- don't want any trouble."