Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

she drew near, with the innate wariness of a lone creature writ into the natural utterances of her unspoken language. lasher had only assumed the wolf to be female, but now that he was able to draw scent, he found this to be confirmed, along with an absence of packscent. "hello," he murmured warmly, before pushing the cracked eggshells from the edge of the ledge. "this cliff is littered with nests; the mothers are easy to dissuade from their eggs. would you like to join me in gathering? the bounty will be well worth it."

he paused for a moment, then turned and began to climb into the higher reaches of the path. if she followed, it would be well, if she did not, he had left two eggs untouched in their hen's nest. there was no need to be piggish now, not when the clifftop was scattered with the birds' largesse of clutches.