Blackbeak Bluff she stands cold, she stands hollow

her ears twitched, a subtle movement to shake off snow that otherwise continued to collect on her guardhairs, slowly enclosing her in a frigid embrace. occasionally, gusts of salt-scented wind reclaimed the flakes— blowing harsh against her body. aeglaeca sat, firm. she did not fear the cliffside as others might, her footing grown sure on such terrain from the time she had been whelped. but this was a strange land, and she didn't trust the wolves within it. she would not fall, but she could be pushed if caught unaware.

over the howling wind and the dampening effect of snow, she almost missed the stranger. a sound, or perhaps a scent carried in the breeze, alerted her. she turned her head, first, and seeing the figure— put some distance between herself and the world's edge as she moved to face him.

and now, the same indecision plagued aeglaeca. was this worth her time? another man? no, she thought, weary of the idea. without a word, she began to retreat further inland. but she was not unreasonable; if he wished for her attention, she would give it. if only briefly.