Dragoncrest Cliffs mortality

he's here to help so put him to WERK

sapphique was not far at all, he found, only separated by a twisting maze of thorny branches that curled nigh above his head and stabbed at his paws. so ancelin chose to go around it, heading northwest.
the crash of the ocean awed him. the blackpine sentinels stood strong against a gusting wind. he could smell the brine mixed with the scent of tree and earth and stone and women. many women.
clearing his throat with a sudden shyness, ancelin pressed carefully toward the nearest border and paused, letting out his voice. he was here to hunt, from the rise. if there was no answer, he would simply go about acquainting himself with the stretch of beach below the clifftops.