Ravenshook Cliffs ...ready for it?

There was a flash of movement, the crunch of teeth through flesh, a scream — and focus returned to the beast, but only for a breath. Screech let a growl die on his own lips and he turned his head sharply to watch as X went tumbling; it was like seeing static, the image fragmented by the darkness, and when the wolf turned back to face their attacker it was the stranger who stared death in the face.

Towhee's assault was swift, filled with her anger, her hatred. Teeth sank in to Screech's neck and the stranger loosed his own roar —

It was a shriek, a howling wind, higher than a dog whistle, higher still, until he was ducking back and feeling pain in his head.

The sound cut out. She was only eyes, now. Her body had become a wick, and had burned through; she fell as ash at his feet and those twin supernovas became dust motes, then nothing.

He was alone, until there was a bellowing voice, the sound of which seemed to boom through him like Tegan's Tears:
YOU         DO NOT                 BELONG         HERE!

The stranger's instinct was to duck and swerve, but he had no mobility. Towhee was ignited by her anger and moved swiftly to meet her brother's body, and within seconds the flash of a memory was gone; there was the pressure of teeth. The stranger writhed and fought against it, but the body was weak — and then it seemed to lock up, a panicked expression taking hold of the stranger —

The pinch of being strangled. A knowledge, abrupt and confusing, that somehow he'd woken to pain and to death, and it was Towhee that was looking upon Screech with such loathing. The boy's eye seemed to catch the light of the stars and it was focused, he was present, and he was pleading — not for help or forgiveness, but it seemed, for the end.

Do it. He wanted to say — please, do it.