Blackbeak Bluff La femme à la perruche

The wolf regained his footing with ease and perhaps a little grace in a manner that Maude hadn't seen before. She watched his movements curiously, especially when he bowed to her and turned away. If he was so graceful here and now, why wasn't he near the cliff? Maude's grin still stayed though, despite her thoughts, and she bid the strange wolf farewell. Fair winds, mate! She called, returning to her perch on the cliff, listening to the waves crash the rocks as if nothing had happened.