Ravenshook Cliffs you can't watch willy wonka without massive amounts of junk food

It was getting late, and the girl knew that she would need to take a break soon and find a place where she could settle for the evening. The constant crashing of the waters had provided her with a natural background melody that had put her in something of a trance while she continued her march across the coast. The further that she traveled, the more she had started to wonder if there were even any packs near there. Perhaps that was why she’d never been told about the wild waters and the sandy beaches. Maybe they just weren’t places where wolves were meant to live.
 
The young firefly knew that she definitely couldn’t have settled in that kind of location. She had enjoyed the sheer size of it in the beginning, but the more she’d been met with lapping waters and the cry of seagulls, the more she had started to miss her home. As she had made her way onto the plateau and then found the edge of the cliffs, Piper felt her heart leap into her throat.
 
There was a long way down and some pretty jagged rocks at the bottom. She was pretty sure she’d make a good splat noise if she were to tumble over the edge. With that thought, a gust of wind threatened to do the very thing she dreaded. The wildfire girl gritted her teeth and jumped back so that she was firmly planted on land.