Dragoncrest Cliffs i was born a dreamer

Arlo begins to wonder if blocking it with brush is enough as Eske verbally doubts his suggestion. His lips purse together as he thinks it through and tries to wonder if there’s any way that they could use it to their advantage that someone on the outside can’t. Unfortunately, he continues to come up empty handed and for several seconds, he walks in silence until they near the end and a few more feet they will be out. He holds his breath for a long moment until finally, the two of them slip out of the other side. It doesn’t widen too much: enough for Eske to wiggle through and Arlo has to work a little harder but it doesn’t take much. Anyone bigger than he can get through it but will find quite a tight fit.

“If we can move a bolder, that means someone else can. Even if we get the whole pack to help move one, it’s not going to be a few wolves that come for us and they’d likely be able to do the same,” he says, humming quietly to himself for a moment. “And brush might be too obvious if not done properly. I’d noticed something haphazardly placed.”

The train of thought pulls him away and he moves in another direction away from the tides. If he were going to use this spot, where would he come from? His head turns away from the ocean to notice how secluded it is and the only way is over the dunes ahead. He rushes forward until he’s higher in elevation, turning to see Eske and the opening. "I have an idea, but we'll need my brother," he explains, looking to her longer should she have any more ideas.