Dragoncrest Cliffs But I am still new at getting old

Lemme know if I'm not welcome and I'll duck out!

Like Tux, Ephraim was steeped in curiosity over the pack's captive. He didn't know any of the details, just that it was someone who was loitering on the beach below. He imagined in his mental scenario that it was one of Eurycrates' imaginary thugs they had captured. That man truly must be desperate to shake the shame of being turned away by Drageda, he thought as he worked his way down Hougeda's tunnel to the beach where Rosalyn was being held. Amassing an army of total strangers to... what, contest his rejection? What a joke.

A howl rang out from the bay and, frowning, Ephraim responded by speeding up. He didn't notice Tux on his way down; he caught the tail end of Rosalyn's howl and, fancying himself one of Drageda's trusted and feeling like tough shit for it, snarled loudly as he emerged on the sand. Do that again and we'll break your jaw, he promised.