Ravenshook Cliffs serendipity

i hope you don't mind me & rusalka! this looked lonely. <3

the cairn patriarch does not oft stray too far from the borders of the keep — sees little need to many and most days — with the exception of keeping a weathered eye upon the migration of the herding animals and when the toys that had been gifted to his children no longer seem to entertain them as they once had.

it is the latter, this time, that pushes him out yonder, to lands strange and foreign to the cairn cubs in search of something to both teach and help strengthen the skills and instincts they would need in the future.

he wanders the coast like a soldier without his squad; windswept and stalwart faced. determined to find something new to take back to his ever inquisitive spawn.

his concentration broken, not by the strong scent of pack at his back from the neutral territory he currently scoured, nor by the distant roaring lullaby of the sea but instead by a bellowing song.

strange, rusalka thought, but then again he was not the type of man to sing without occasion. for all he knew, it could be he that is strange instead. cautiously, he veers off towards the origin of the song, to find the man cut out against the top of the buff; alone. a sailor aching for the tumultuous sea below. or so, this was what rusalka assumed.

a low chuff leaves the commander, though he is uncertain if is caught.