Blackbeak Bluff Welcome to paradise

One day. 

Just one day and they would be home.

Gavriel takes a long breath, holding it for a moment, and then exhaling. They could get through the night, wake early, and they would be home by the end of the next day. The thought alone filled him with excitement that he could barely contain. His tail wagged, and even a hint of a smile appeared, but the weariness ultimately won over. He sunk to his haunches and listened—or tried to listen—to Wildfire as she suggested their evening plans.

He turns his head and looks to the side, then down the ledge in the same direction as she. Eventually, he looks to his left and wonders how far it would go before they reached the water. It would take them further away from their destination, but a meal would do well to ease their stomach. Or they could move further inland, trying to find something on the ground. Either way, they wouldn’t have much luck.

“What now?”