Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

Helix is surprise when the other turns toward her, approaching her and offering her leave. After a moment, the dark wolf lowers the crab to the ground and licks the salt from her lips. “You don’t have to leave. These are not our hunting grounds,” she tells her, assuring that she is in no danger. The cliffs do well enough for suiting their needs, the crab is simply chance and hardly as difficult to hunt as a deer, even if it had gotten a bite out of her.
 
Once, she’d wondered what caused the woman to turn away from their wary offer into their home and though she has them now, will it change anything to know? “Is your friend okay?” she decides to ask, perhaps working her way in from a different angle.