Blackbeak Bluff La femme à la perruche

Of all the places to find another lost soul, this was far from what Ren would have expected. It was not desolate here but there was an intrinsically dangerous aspect to the edge of the world, and upon noticing the brawny woman perched upon the edge, his heart did give a leap. He was not so brave a creature — being afraid of both heights and the great, terrible sound of the surf — he had hung back from the rocky ledge as much as he could. Upon seeing her though, paws dangling off the edge, he felt a great need to swoop in to her rescue. Why was this woman alone? Why was she so perilously settled upon the cliff?

Miss! Ou se twò pre, he shouted as clearly as he could, his long-stride walk transforming in to a graceful, persistent run. His fears were evident by the way he slipped back in time with his voice, finding his natal language as default in his haste. As he came closer, he saw with more clarity: this was no woman, and they seemed less in danger than himself. As Renoir came to a staccato stop, he caught sight of the ocean just over the edge, and vertigo swept up from his belly; he swayed and stumbled, nearly losing his balance.