Blackbeak Bluff I'm sending the raven

The sand. The sea. Away! He demanded.

The stench was unbearable. Dreary, his eyes had become. Salt tinged the air, while though it had not even left the water.

But a noise distracted him. The raven could not leave so soon. Not without first investigating.

Oddly enough, he happened upon a wolf flitting about in a fit of rage. They seemed to be angered at an assembly of sky creatures. If he had any sense of humor, he may have found it amusing. But in the end, it was only a childish display.

Stepping closer, the raven steadied himself. His eyes observed, while his tongue itched to scold and mock. But he did neither; deciding only to question these insipid events. And what is it you intend to gain from frightening away all the squawking creatures? He had to admit, gulls were quite the pestering idiots. With them gone, at least their ears could have a break.