Blackbeak Bluff brinelick

the wisp-like she-wolf traveled at at a clipped trot, the daggered shape of her muzzle trailing along the cold and coarse sand. occasionally the sylph would pause in her rumination and nose along whatever promising artifact caught her eye -- and at length she was rewarded for her dull task in the shape of a wonderously unharmed sliver of sea-shard. trilling in excitement, the wretch clasped the coral frag in her muzzle and swung homeward.

she had not gone long before an alarming scent wafted towards her on the whip-like breeze. the sea-wretch froze, a mulish ear slowly turned back in worry. at a slow crawl she crested the bend of sand-dune, her heart sinking as she glimpsed the formidable feline that stood facing the ocean's sprawl. for a moment caiaphas considered her options. she could turn around and away from home and come back another time -- or she could throw her life on the line and seek to pass.

she was unwilling to make a decision - the wind was fickle that day and she feared once she passed him she would have the grey cougar at her backside. a troubled frown pierced her muzzle and she held the frag in her mouth with anxiety threatening to coalesce her thin muzzle.