Dragoncrest Cliffs dominus vobiscum

the cacophony of the wolves had not gone unnoticed.

he followed the goings-on from the great ethereal space above, his attention like that of a hungry god.

and wasn't he close enough?

there came the wailing of something terrestrial; cresting low among the currents, he hovered a moment before landing with a plomph of feathers.

a head tilt—hungry, black specks for eyes.