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

She gawked at his cavalier reply. She had never know a bird of prey might be capable of damaging a wolf so badly. Pie had come to really like Wyvern’s presence in her life, though this gave her a newfound respect for her feathered companion.

He continued walking and she hastened to keep alongside him. Treepie eyeballed the nearing cliffs again, spotting the hole he’d mentioned. She wasn’t much of one for caves, though she didn’t say anything about it as they approached.

Instead, she said, I’m Pie, by the way. What’s your name? And where are you from?

She had a sneaking suspicion, especially as she compared and contrasted his speech with Sobeille’s. But Treepie let him answer, idly wondering what else had happened to him, besides the falcons.