Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

Whip's sleep was restless, full of odd dreams and faces that he hardly rembered, twisting and turning like foul spirits in the dark. But by the time night neared its end, Whip finally found peace and succumbed to sheer exhaustion. He was roused by Akantha in what felt like only mere moments later. Despite his body's protest, Whip did as he was told and he followed the Matriarch toward the mainland without any spoken complaint.

As they traveled, Akantha did most of the talking. Whip mostly listened, gleaming whatever wisdom he could from the Sea's chosen. For she was the mouthpiece of the Mothers -- her words were those of the sea itself. Whip nodded along as he followed behind, speaking only when questioned.

Then, after a short bout of wandering though the redwood forest, Akantha stopped. A massive tree had fallen -- its trunk was nearly as thick as Whip was long. The old thing was awe inspiring. Something of its scale would take so much time and power to create -- likewise, to knock it down. Akantha moved in to invesitgate, and guided by curiosity, Whip too followed. The roots spread like a spiders web, stretching far out of reach. Standing in the crater left by the tree's root system, Whip nosed at the exposed root.

He was then inturrupted by Akantha's question. Whip stopped and turned to his matriarch. "Because this is where I'm supposed to be," he answered. "The Mothers, they -- they led me you." For if it hadn't been for their divine intervention, Whip was sure he would have died alone and dopesick after he had fled the Caldera.