Blackbeak Bluff correct and magnificent

the stranger spoke; it was rare for runa to encounter other people, rarer still for them to use words, so she listened because that was the only thing to do. she didn't run, and didn't say anything back — one might wonder if she'd ever been taught to, and well... no, not to her knowledge. the tone of his voice was playful, kind-of. it was a deep voice, which she found appealing. the way he grinned was... hard to parse, though. malicious? they were teeth. malicious but... inviting?

she began to stalk closer. that's how runa always moved: stalking, slinking, she'd slither if she ever lost her legs. dainty quick-steps, for now. circling a bit too, for good measure. she did not want to turn her back on him or put herself between the stranger and the cliff — she was quiet, not stupid.

her nostrils gave a flare, and she looked askew between the man and their surroundings as if to silently ask, where did he come from?

the only answer came from a high gull, cackling as it fled.