Sheepeater Cliff soronúmë

His breath soon became rhythmic as he fell into place behind the famished fae, her steps easy to match as they made their way across the unexplored terrain - eyes watchful, stomachs empty.

Coincidentally, just as a rumble echoed in the depths of his gut, the once regal predators made their wings known to the world, exposing them to the hollowed beasts that lingered bellow. And where the pale wisp turned her sight elsewhere, Dagwood remained enraptured.

To be able to soar far above any clouds one down here could see, to go wherever it is they might wish...he couldn't help but wonder - why stay here?