Blackbeak Bluff Names get carved in the red oak tree

Someone was testing the strength of their voice, it seemed.

Tenebris drew his dark ears to a point and frowned, searching the terrain until he landed on the figure who was calling into the wind. They had barked to him, like he was some servant. The wanderer snorted sharply into the air, drawing his chin upward and staring down the length of his nose at her. Tenebris did not move from his position, though he did appear tense and distrustful.

You’re making far too much noise, the man growled, frowning still.

Impatience bubbled up from within him. The knight swallowed it, biding the time he had until he would turn and leave all company behind.

Why do you shriek into the wind like a banshee?