Ravenshook Cliffs and the beginning of wisdom

for @Tzila — i'm so sorry this took me forever & a day to get up.

a fog crept through the early morning glow of the sun and settles over the coast and the tundrian minds his steps with a renewed precision as he makes his way across the long eroded cliffs. the morning tide is choppy and he hears it, like a titan scratching at the jagged rocks. upon it's rise and rush up and against the cliff wall that drops directly into the sea below he swears he feels droplets of sea water splash upon him despite that there is more than amiable distance between the cliff drop and himself. he's never been hesitant towards heights but something deeply rooted in him — an aversion perhaps passed between father to son — warns him not to stray too close to the cliff edge despite how curious he is.

he considered, very briefly and perhaps in a fit of lack of clarity claiming a territory upon the coast but ultimately and quickly squashed any notion of it. the coast is heavily populated and though that could be good business for the vartija and would surely attract more foot traffic to a foundling pack trying to dig it's roots deep it also meant a lot more competition for hunting grounds and food in general. he's never been one to form sentimentality to territories having been a vagabond from a very early age but there is something about the permafrost hollows back east that just feels right to him. the woodland above attracts plenty of prey and the caverns and tunnels below offer safety from storms and more than adequate shelter for cubs and adults alike.

regardless, wintersbane wanders the coast and the other teekon regions beyond the taiga because he knows recruitment is essential to the vartija and that in order to recruit he'll have to go where foot traffic is the heaviest which — unfortunately for him — includes the coast.