Ocean's Breath Plateau now you have is time, walking down the slide

They bristled at each other like two alley cats, one with raggedy dark spires forming upon his back while the other's was set alight in a display of vivid reds and oranges. The mention of a pack caused Redshank to back off slightly, however. He should have guessed. While a single stranger with a tempting meal wasn't out of the equation, he was not quite desperate enough to possibly enrage an entire pack. Licking his lips, the boy gave a final, defeated snarl, retracing his steps as he tore his gaze away. Fine, she could have her prize.

His stomach protested, hunger begging him to at least take a chance, but Redshank instead turned tail and fled, hating himself more than the fiery girl if he had to be honest.