Blackbeak Bluff Can you fly child?

a soft noise of amusement leaves the dreadfather at her words. words of his own, a contradiction that it is not creatures of the sea she need fear ...but the sea itself. though certainly, there were monsters lingering and hunting within its depths. being a void creature itself, the dreadfather knows all too well the hunger and bloodlust of such beings.

the perfect murderer. no evidence. only sating the hunger with sacrifice. the sea takes its sacrifices ....and gives in return. but the dreadfather expects no generosity from the sea; liking it to being much like themselves.

is it pack business that brings you here? the dreadfather asks then; cutting to the point. there are scents upon her pelage though none that they recognize — not even in ingram's memory; butchered and sewn together with their own as it was. for, the dreadfather can think of little else that would draw visitors to the buffs and because it was ( relatively ) close to the blackwater islands, they are feeling territorial.