Blackbeak Bluff doubloons

Emris had been watching for a while, her pale form blending into the rocky outcrops that lined the cliffs.

The gull’s squawk had drawn her gaze upward just in time to see the stranger’s precise leap, the mid-air catch, the practiced landing. Efficient, she thought, ears twitching at the sound of the bird’s lifeless thud against stone.

The air shifted, carrying the faintest trace of the other wolf’s scent.

She stood, stepping out from her vantage point with deliberate ease, her large paws finding steady purchase on the uneven ground.