Dragoncrest Cliffs I have sharp teeth inside my mouth,

I'll slap an ending on the other thread in a SECCC..

A titanic force pushed him to remain the dark she-wolf's shadow. He was locked to her tidal forces; like the moon to the waves that crashed on the distant shore.

The salt in the air collected as dew on his muzzle as he neared the cliffs and his pink tongue lashed over the fur to taste it. He was not a sea-dwelling wolf; indeed, he'd only viewed the ocean from his lofty perch atop Arktayok Peak. The roaring waves as they dashed themselves on the shore─the hiss of the froth as it receeded from the sands only to be swallowed by the raging mouth of the ocean. His ears stood tall atop his dome and his tail cricked upward in confidence. Beneath the tangy brine of the sea, and the windwhipped shale, he could pluck the woman's scent from the cliff face. She'd passed this way.

His massive paws sought purchase where there was little as he descended, dislodging loose debris and sending it skittering down the cliff to the sands below. Sitiyok made no attempt to mask his whereabouts; he was not ashamed of his instinctual needs, having now realized exactly what drew him to her. The coy moodiness of the sulfur-kissed woman was enough to kick his addled brain onto the right flow of thought.

As his paws met the sand, a howl pierced the din of the ocean, and he threw his nose towards the sound. He saw her standing near the wave-break and quickly made his approach.

He was not shy, nor cautious. His plume raised high over his back as he walked, stiff-legged, towards her. Sitiyok drank deep of her scent, and rumbled low in his chest. Like a dragon hoarding a cache of riches. He reached out to her own nose as an invitation to sniff, and greet one another on more equal ground.