Blackbeak Bluff correct and magnificent

Some time later, when the valley knew his scent, Miska headed for the coast. The girls were keeping to themselves, much to his dismay, and there was only so much conversation two men could have.

Blackbeak Bluff was a sheer drop - there was grass and then there was nothing. Miska enjoyed brutal landscapes. He imagined that a cruel god had fashioned traps all over the world to catch the careless off-guard and watch as they were crushed and skewered.

The inky black wolf peered over the edge at the angry sea below and wondered how many wolves had met their end there.