Ravenshook Cliffs and the beginning of wisdom

No problem. Took me a while here too!

Tzila drew in a long, deep breath. And released it, slowly...heavily. It was like the equivalent to a sigh that shook one's shoulders. Unblinking silver eyes peered out into the horizon, watching as the first faint rays of sunlight crept forth, straining to break through the mist. Her eyes narrowed as she contemplated the sun...the coming day. This was not her time. While most would be rising to greet the morning, she on the other hand, would already be tucked away by now.

Today was different. Something had kept her from shying away as she always did. She didn't know why. She also did not know what had brought her here to the coast of all places. Despite the blood mixed in her veins, the night mistress detested the ocean. Everything about it. From the restless crashing of the waves, to the gritty sand, and most of all, the salty stench in the air.

But here she was. Lounging peacefully enough on a giant piece of old driftwood. Nestled in the crook of two gnarly, twisted arms of the log, she was deep in thought, but aware as she gazed out over and beyond the cliffs. Tied into her past were memories and with them, a different sort of coastline than this. Still, this place was enough to stir within her a sensation of bitterness. Of times she'd rather forget. So why then, was she here? Forcing another sigh, a slight turn of her head earned her a glimpse of a dark figure in the distance...slowly headed her way. She watched...waited to see if the wolf would notice her, or pass her by.