Blackbeak Bluff if it's a big enough stone, you can kill way more than two birds

she was not a fan of the bluffs, but as of late had felt claustrophobic by the packs' swell in members. the grotto never seemed to be empty: wolves came and went, conversations carried down the tunnel -- her normally lonely vigil had been replaced by perpetual and unwanted company.

overwrought and overwhelmed, the siren queen sought some semblance of isolation on the harsh and fog-ridden bluffs.

she was not very far along before a scent besides the sea carried to her. at that moment the rolling fog seemed to part enough that a form was visible. caiaphas had never been an affable wolf -- his presence already annoyed her -- with a huff that her search for isolation had been foiled she picked her way along the bluffs quietly, keeping an eye on his form as she worked her way down the rough-hewn ledges.