Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

he had begun upon his third egg rather greedily when the scent of another wolf greeted his nares, and lasher turned with a sudden bristle of guard hairs to face the creature who watched. despite the distance between them, the lovely wariness of her amber eyes were apparent, and he relaxed somewhat, for she had not immediately posed a threat. his plume waved once, beckoning her closer, but he did not speak for the present.