Blackbeak Bluff if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised

@Engel backdated to February 1st

The shadow stared out over the edge of the cliff, entranced by the movement of the waves. She thought back to yesterday, to Engel-- and she wondered if she would see him again.
No, she would definitely see him again. Tine wouldn't let him go so easily. The Messeda girl wanted him for her own; the time she had spent thinking about it had only strengthened her resolve. She needed him now, though she couldn't quite name the reason. Something in her ached to crush him, though-- in the most thorough way possible. It would require time, planning, but she could do it. She needed to do it.
Samaantine huffed and shifted slightly, not noticing the sharp organic barb nestled among the earth until one of her paws had sunk down onto it. The shadow hissed in pain and irritation, pulling her paw up to inspect it. The thin, sharp sliver of wood stuck out from her paw painfully, having penetrated a little deeply. She bit back a groan, imagining the undoubtedly disturbing sensation of pulling it out that was to follow, and hesitated. Wounds normally did little to bother her, but puncture wounds... ick. Tine shuddered.