Dragoncrest Cliffs soothsayer

Anyone! Feel free to turn him away if they're too uncertain lmao

Ragged, unsteady steps lead him along the coastline, his breathing laboured yet he was not injured. Large, tufted ears sat perked high atop his head, ever alert and listening to each and every sound — even ones that weren't there. The churning of the waves that had accompanied him on his journey had transformed from a constant, familiar drone to an increasingly deafening roar. He needed to escape it.

A cliff caught his attention, one that reached high into the sky. At the top were trees, ones he could disappear into. So the man climbed. He reached the top surprisingly quick, though not without having his paws sliced open in consequence. He ignored the pain, instead focusing on the pack scent that marked the trees here.

Ruvik skittered around the redwoods, sniffing at the nooks and crannies to make certain that this was indeed a pack's borders. Family. His breathing quickened, eyes widening, and the skittish wolf let out a shaky howl that betrayed both his excitement, his nerves, and perhaps his instability. While he waited, he quickly dug through the roots of a nearby redwood. A gift! Surely that would please his new family!