Blackbeak Bluff but now you're in love, you know

the bluffs were no strange terrain for the siren-queen, who scaled one rocky ridge with the precision of a wolf who knew well the path she tread. at the summit, the coywolf cast her gaze to the sea -- which thundered and snarled as it pulled up and down the broken cliffs.

she had left grimnismal with the intention of returning with some fare that was neither sea-borne nor marmot. thus far, her search for terrestrial cuisine was rather unsuccessful. if it came to it she supposed she could go further south, see if anything could be gleaned from the swarthy river a little southwest of them, but for now she was content to gaze out over the murky shore and feel the saltwind caress her coarse hide.