Dragoncrest Cliffs I'm waaaay too muscular for their taste.

pack died but had this partly written sooo

A scent. A scent! Another which she did not know. Another to either disappoint, to cause havoc or to offer bad news. At least so much expected by the often occurrence. 

The sea wench would not be nice to any men. However, what she narrowed her eyes on now was still but a boy. Not even in his yearling time, as herself, but far younger. Still alive, despite being alone in the wilds. If they brought in a boy, maybe the sea queens could mold him into their favor? 

Wat you be doin here, boy? The words sharp, as sharp as her eyes which narrow on him as she creeps through the thick of the redwood.