Dragoncrest Cliffs Pressures of a new place roll my way

Cameeoooooooo :D

Whether or not she had truly hoped to find him didn't matter in the end. He had found her.

The pale wolf stood silent on the jagged edges of the rocks that crested the beach, staring with mismatched eyes as the pair in the distance spoke to each other. He had been on his way to the shores when he spied them, heard her voice, heard his name. He had stopped to watch her - his face an unreadable mask (which.. it kind of always was).

He stood for one minute.

Two.

Five.

And then he turned and slipped away. Back up the cliffs, past the borders, and into the Wilds beyond Drageda.