Ravenshook Cliffs slipping down, down, down

it wasn't long before he ran into another, though not the one he sought. a young man--scratch that, still a boy--with a patchwork pelt, which made it all the more amusing that he went out of his way to compliment govinda's. he smiled, dipping his head in thanks. coming from someone with such interesting markings, i'll take it, he said, his tone all mirthful sincerity.

looks like you've had good hunting luck, govinda added, eyes moving to the plumed tail before resting on the boy's face. god, he was young, less than a year--but by how much? big and strong already, but still with the clumsy build of youth. what was he doing out by himself? there were scents of other wolves on his fur, but most were stale.

what brings you out here? he asked, gesturing at the cliffs. it wasn't the most ideal of places to explore--well, no. for a boy, it was, but govinda was in the headspace of a parent. one bad step and the waves would have him. he shuddered, and resisted the temptation to shepherd the youngster elsewhere.