Ravenshook Cliffs compelled to write with aching fearful hands

About the next bend, beyond more of the same outcroppings, he was no longer alone. The bearlike appearance of another wolf was enough to draw his attention away from the receding edges of the cliffs but not for long—this fellow seemed to have little regard for the drop inches away, or perhaps he was simply more confident and familiar with the area.

Whichever it was Dirge did not decide, but rather let his own steps come to a natural halt as he further took stock of his approaching ilk, already drawing up words to cut silence. "Anything worth while to see up ahead?" He opted to presume the wolf was no stranger to seaside cliffs—most that did wander the length of the shore did in fact prefer it and its hazards.