Ankyra Sound One wing will never fly

Rayen had found herself making true of the words she had spoken, the contributions she could make to the pack. She hunted most of her days, catching the hard shelled crabs and other mollusks along the seashore. She managed to raid a few bird nests that belonged to the gulls along the cliffs and even catch a few fish. She was not used to catching the seafare prey but she was adjusting quickly.

The morning found her patrolling Saltwinter's borders, stopping occasionally to roll in a certain spot or mark it on some way so that its scent would be stronger. It was a lovely day, at least in Rayen's opinion, the wind was blowing strongly and the sky was overcast. She liked this kind of weather better than any other, the impending rain and gloom. She was peculiar that way.

With the wind came the scent of male, an unknown male. Her ears perked alertly as she picked up the pace in his direction. She came to find a larger wolf than she, a golden agouti colored male with odd,curved black markings alongside his eyes. He was laying at the edge of the cliff precariously, looking quite blue. 

She stopped inside the border cautiously, wondering what he was doing. Did he even know he was so close to their pack? She cleared her throat shyly to get his attention,"Excuse me for bothering you, but what are you doing?" Her head cocked to the side curiously as she watched him, wondering what had him so sad. "You're very close to our pack, Saltwinter. Is that intentional because I can call for my Alpha?"