Blackbeak Bluff I'm in danger!

Last time he'd run across a stranger, it ended in a several week long den-confinement. So when the unfamiliar voice permeated from behind the thick noise engulfing him, he raised his ears and turned fully to face it. 

She was strange. Like she'd lost the skin covering her face to some unfortunate encounter, and her ear appeared deformed in some way. But her question wasn't immediately threatening, nor did she appear as if she meant to hurt the old wolf. 

"Waves." he replied, which was a simple enough answer to a question he might've had a few months ago. Though, they were particularly loud here, given the were smashing into the cliff below. 

"You can come see if you want."