Blackbeak Bluff touch my loot, feel my boot

HI! I was going to hop into that one before Ros did haha.

He could pick his way around, but he was loathe to stray too far from the sea. If he couldn't taste the brine on the breeze he was too far inland for his comfort. Born and raised on the shores, he'd die on them too. So, that meant doubling back, and taking a closer look at what was between here and from where he had come.

But her was interrupted by the a sharp featured coywolf, and he was struck immediately by the thought that she'd make a cute wife for his swabbie. Cute only in the sense that both were lacking in the looks department.

"Ahoy," he said to her. "These be yer gunwales are they?" Borders. He meant borders. He could smell that she matched them, but more curiously he could smell the salt off her. Hmm. Perhaps there was something on the other side of the trees worth his investigation.