Blackbeak Bluff who would like to hear the gruesome details.

She would have to expand her search. Combing the beaches had turned up nothing, not even a whiff of either his scent or Kingsley's. She cursed her single-mindedness. Why would Alizarin remain in such a place, where pirates were known to roam? Of course, that was assuming that the boy was that intelligent to realize such a thing, or that he knew his escape had been followed to this area.

It was hard to search for something when you had no inkling of where to start. She knew nothing save that Alizarin came from a place known as Teekon, a place she had heard of but never visited. That was all. No information on how many packs lived there, how strong they were, how far the land called Teekon stretched. Nothing on where Alizarin's home would lie.

She spat, a bad habit she had taken up from the pirates of Tortuga. A clusterfuck this was. Her honor bound her to the task. She could not just abandon this quest. Eartha sighed, approaching the cliffs and looking over. Maybe he threw himself into the sea. What a fine end that would be. If only. 

Eartha was not alone on the cliffs. She didn't hear him — the crashing waves were too loud — but the slight breeze sweeping all the smells into the air made her aware. She turned her head towards him, saying nothing, doing nothing but fixing the young man with her stare, waiting for him to do something, to acknowledge her as she did he. Part of her itched for a fight. She ignored the itch, no matter how bad it got. She had no surgeon to patch her up after. She wouldn't die here and leave that traitor to roam without justice delivered upon him.