Ravenshook Cliffs crow's feather

@Sangilak I'm gonna set this a couple days in the future. Like around 5-7-2016. If this messes with anything just let me know.

The cliffs rose before him like daunting towers of stone. They stretched higher than the dark male dared to think, and he knew it was impossible to scale the entirety of it. He had trekked high enough, however. Skellige had not scented another wolf in quite some time. He assumed that hunkering down for the evening in one of the many caverns and lined the Cliffside would be a wise decision.
 
The inky male had not realized how ravaged the lands were. His heart had called him to the water’s edge, but passing through the expansive terrain and stretched before it was disheartening. The trees were barren and prey was scarce to the point of making animals savage. Skellige was not impressed. The swarthy wolf was determined, though, to find a home on the coast. He would begin to build from there. Though the scent of prey was faded and lost to the locusts that had pillaged the land, the aroma of other wolves was stronger than anything else. He would have guessed more than ten packs roamed the wilderness. They would be hurting without food. He would turn them.
 
With a powerful leap, the dark-furred monster cleared a large gap at his front and landed with a breathless “humph” on the other side. Flicking the tip of his tail, the silver-ribbed beast cast his gaze behind him, looking back at the path he had taken.