Dragoncrest Cliffs Leap of faith

Dipping and weaving among the currents and draughts, the magpie soared upon the warm coastal breezes, delighting herself in the simple pleasure of flying. She had to admit, she enjoyed the warmer months. Bugs and berries were abundant, many of the wolves had young puppies she could tease play with, and a certain calm had settled over the Wilds. When was life ever difficult for a magpie, though?

Shiv looped once in the air before alighting upon a beach, landing squarely on a piece of bleached driftwood. She pecked at it curiously before deciding it was not worth her time, looking up just in time to see a red-cloaked figure pad out onto the sand. With a tilt of head, the magpie tried to sum up the creature. A fox? What was a fox doing so close to the ocean? She hopped to the very end of her perch and stared eagerly at it, releasing a short chirp to capture its attention.