Blackbeak Bluff and I looked back in regret; ignoring when they said run as fast as you can.

It was the perfect alone time until Vercingetorix appeared on the scene, looking a little cross. As much as he loved Drageda, sometimes it became a little stifling. He needed to wander--not far, but just enough to see something different than the trees he saw every day, all day. He skirted the edge of Rusalka's territory sourly before coming upon the bluff and--

Her floppy ears were among the strangest things he'd seen. She was small, but her coat was like his; every indication was that she was a wolf, except for those damn ears. Verx canted his head almost comically, peering at her, before approaching with a chuff, hoping he didn't scare her off the cliff.

What's up? he asked, wagging his tail. Aren't you afraid the wind is gonna toss you right off the edge? She was pretty, despite the extraterrestrial auds, droplets of seawater sparkling on her ebony pelt.