Dragoncrest Cliffs The wave crashed in, now the dream is dead

He didn’t respond, though he did react. Treepie watched as he lifted his head, his eyes searching. She waved a foreleg to help him spot her, setting it down as his tail made a single movement before falling still again. Then he slumped, shifting a little in the wet sand before the rest of him stilled too.

Her heart in her throat, Pie scoured the nearby cliff face, looking for a way down to the beach. It was a good thing she’d been born and raised on a mountain, because she eventually just began climbing despite the sheer angles. It took longer than she would’ve liked, though eventually her toes hit soft sand. She immediately broke into a run.

The grains grew damp, then wet, beneath her feet. Her paws dug gouges into it as she slammed to a halt beside the prostrate male. Tiuttuk reached toward him, though didn’t quite touch him. She sniffed instead, smelling the coppery tang of blood. Her yellow eyes assessed the various contusions littering his body, her brows raising with each passing second.

What happened to you? she asked quietly, though there was a more pressing matter to address. Clearing her throat and moving to stand closer to his anterior, Pie lowered her head a little to say, We need to get you further up the beach. The tide’s coming in. Do you think you can stand? Or maybe crawl?