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

His words assuaged some of the guilt. Treepie nodded, a slight frown pulling at her lips. Etienne said he was used to being alone, which was no way for a wolf to live. It did not sit well with her at all, leaving him here all by himself and injured besides.

But Tiuttuk had no choice. Sobeille and the pups were her priority. They needed food, so she needed to return to her hunt. And whatever part of her wanted to bring food to Etienne too must be quelled. Every single scrap of meat she felled needed to go to Sobeille.

I hope to cross paths with you again soon. Until then, take care of yourself, Etienne, Tiuttuk said with some reluctance, moving to step out of the little cave in the cliffs.

She stood in its mouth and peered back at him for a long moment. Drawing in a deep breath, Treepie then tore her eyes away, squinting them slightly as she emerged in the grayish daylight. She set her sights on the same cliffs she’d descended earlier, keen to retrace her steps and resume her hunt, preferably before any downpours began.