Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

The land here was quiet, despite the many packs that had settled here in his absence — the last time he had graced these shores, there had only been one pack besides the Undersea wolves themselves. Now, they were surrounded on almost all sides. A small part of it made the earthstalker a bit more cautious than he was normally, but he was a diplomatic man and easily saw how a close proximity to other groups of strong wolves could be beneficial to them all. The man was excited to get to know them.

He had almost hoped to run into one of these other wolves on his small journey, but found himself to be alone. His large form stood on the threshold of the large face of sheetrock, allowing the winds to rise and buffet his exposed chest and chin. It was refreshing, and the man gently mourned for the austerity of winter, as refreshing as it was. Soon, the air here would be heavy with salt-sticky humidity and his thick northerner’s coat might become a burden.

a snap. a scream.

Komodo’s attention was commanded immediately, his pulse rushed and his heart set the pace — his gilded gaze darted across the horizon to find the disturbance, to see what is was, but there was nothing that could immediately be perceived. But then he noticed signs of a disturbance, broken ice and what seemed to be claw marks. Now attuned to this one spot, the brute took note of the whimpers and within moments, his corded form covered the distance between here and there.

Bracing himself against the drop-off with stiffened front limbs, he leant over and saw the girl struggling to gain purchase. She battled fiercely, likely doing more harm than good; Komodo saw this going badly soon, fast, now. The immediate need was to calm her in her frantic scramble, which was certainly understandable given her current situation, but might be her undoing. “Hey, hey, easy now—” the man murmured in his customary baritone, perhaps a little too calm; but, here, he must gain control. “Ah’ gotcha.” and he bent down to grasp the nape of her neck betwixt his jaws and assist in her ascent — but not pick her up entirely, lest he lose his footing and become the bluff’s most recent victim.