Ravenshook Cliffs on what wings dare he aspire?

there was something about those tall sequoias, that moment of déjà vu that sadhbh couldn't shake. each parcel of land she crossed had their own energies, had their own beauty, their own mysteries to discover — but none had resonated like those particular trees on that particular strand of coast. as the rains beat down upon the wilds, sadhbh made her way slowly back to the coast. the familiarity brought her peace of mind. she found the inland territories to be suffocating.

she planned to spend the night, settled once more in a dry patch between a sequoia's roots, but the cracks of thunder rolling over the ocean in the distance wouldn't allow her rest. and a lightning storm over crashing waves — the imagery in her mind could do the real thing no justice. the rain had arrived, but the storm was still well off in the distance.

sadhbh slipped away to the cliffside, eager to watch the storm approach the coastline despite the thrash of cold rain. as she approached, blinking rain from her eyes, she was surprised to see another already here. but where sadhbh was intentional in her movements, the other seemed to be a bit dazed and confused. the dark she-wolf paused, watching warily.