Blackbeak Bluff La femme à la perruche

forward dating a little (dunno to when yet lmao!) because i dont wanna post a bazillion travel threads. he's gone from silver moraine -> tangle -> barrow fields and then -> blackbeak for anyone that cares. someone from seadog or saltwinter could have caught his scent and followed him, but its AW!

He must have entered the wilds from a strange point, for the wandering man thought it to be empty, and yet as he moved about and headed towards the coast, he found many more traces of wolf-kind. He was unsure of every mark he found, and every half-eaten kill not otherwise disturbed; though he did partake in a haunch of discarded elk, long dead and wasting, he was quick to depart when the slightest change in the wind occurred. At least he would not travel hungry, he thought.

Eventually the golden boy was made to stop, for the land had given out around him. There was nowhere else for him to go - his westward trek ended perceptibly at the edge of the world as he knew it. Though he had seen the sea before, it wasn't since his childhood. And seeing it now, wind-whipped and raging against the bluffs, made his heart quake within his chest. Each swell and boom of the sea upon the shore - though it was at quite a distance - sounded like thunder to his ears, and he shrank back from it, awed and unsure.