Dragoncrest Cliffs Brief and fleeting

Due to both her age and generally upbeat nature, Cherub’s Wing was quickly bouncing back from her near-drowning a couple days prior. It was hard to keep the girl down, and more than anything she was eager to experience all of Sapphique, the pack she had of her own virtue decided to align with.

Though entirely put off of the cliffs, as they had betrayed her once already this winter, the girl knew no better way to overcome her apprehension than to face her fears head on. As she made her way towards the open airspace, she caught sight of another figure in the glow of sunset: a well-groomed wolf of smokey topaz and many visible scars. Older, by a great amount, reminding her pleasantly of the stern-faced elders of the Isle.

The youthful girl bounded nearer, dropping gracelessly to the ground before the bird-toting wolf in an amenable display of deference. Hello, great veteran, she greeted, as the way of her kinfolk. I apologize for disturbing your mealtime, but I just wanted to quickly introduce myself as your new packmate. I am Cherub’s Wing of Honor. Her tail brushed against the ground, her smiling face prepared for any type of reception.