Sheepeater Cliff consume

She stood like a beacon and he flew to her as a moth to a flame. Even strides, bold and quick, brought him to her side; but she was distracted by something else. Something that the boy had missed and now looked for. His brow furrowed as he looked beyond Bazi—towards whatever she was looking at. While he did not strain himself much, the boy looked in to the distance fruitlessly, and his gaze slid to the side of her face and back again a few times. When it became apparent that she was distracted by something, he grunted and drew closer, brushing against her carefully before slinking back a step, suddenly shy. He was about to speak her name again (one of the few words he knew) when sounds of approach finally reached him. The boy braced himself against the ground, limbs and tail stiffening.