Dragoncrest Cliffs get outside

val had first mistaken the shape in the waves as a seal. trotting along the compacted sand, he scented the air for any sign of easy carrion.

his attempt at fishing in glintwater had gone poorly. he was not so hardy to try open waters, but he wondered if he might find seakill here to bring back to quennell and swordfish. if nothing else, even an interesting piece of driftwood might help the boys stave off den-fever.

trawling the sand, val realized the drifting figure was wolf, not seal. he squinted against the glare, holding a holler between his tongue as he tried to figure out just who was treading the waves in this hour.