Blackbeak Bluff guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now

@Val or @Svalinn would be !

Being near the sea always made Ephraim feel uneasy.

It was his birthplace and birthright. Much of his youth was shaped by it. But it was also the last place he had seen his sister alive — hardly dear to him, for he hardly knew her at all, and yet it was still a strangely significant loss — and the place his estranged mother had died.

Yes. Died. Ephraim dared not acknowledge the part he had played, not even in the solitude of his own mind.

Whether it was trauma or the latent rage of the taotaomo'na, he never felt at peace when ocean waves roared in his ears. The little coywolf would avoid the coast entirely if he could, but the salt in his blood mirrored the salt of the sea and it pulled him ever homeward. Ephraim could not part from it forever anymore than he could part with his own head or organs.

There was a recklessness in the way he padded on the very edge of the cliff under a cool morning sky, tempting fate while knowing that he could not fall. The taotaomo'na would not let him. From here, he could just make out Dragoncrest silhouetted in the distance and the grotto tucked away beneath it.

His heart pulled in that direction even as he balked at the sight of it, his mouth filling with the taste of salt and acid.