Dragoncrest Cliffs this battleground is deadly

The coast seemed barren, something that Strand had not been expecting upon her return to this place. She had left many months ago, angry at the lack of followers for her pack, angry that Padma had gone and gotten herself injured, angry at… everything. Now, here she was, wandering the coastline and the cliffs above it, wondering at the destruction she witnessed here and there. Signs of some kind of natural disaster. It didn’t surprise her. The sea was a monster who had once swallowed her; of course it would want to swallow others. She wondered how many had died or lost their memory like her. 

She looked up from her reverie and saw a man standing at the edge of the cliffs, staring out to sea. He was dark, almost the opposite of her. She stared at him for a time, from a distance. Her voice was hoarse from disuse, probably, and she was loathe to start using it again. But her old anger, a constant that had raged quietly in the back of her head, came roaring to the forefront of her mind once again. This coast was hers. All of it. “Oi!” she barked, and then cleared her throat loudly, an ugly sound. “Who’re you?” she demanded, once the phlegm was gone.