Dragoncrest Cliffs 'Do' or 'do not'; there is no 'try'.

All this talk of taking back the cliffs left Revui with many questions. He wasn't about to speak at length with his failure of a sister and didn't want to appear weak to @Kiwi for asking for clarification, so he kept his questions to himself and went on a day trip instead. It took a day just to work through the tangled stone-wrought forest due south of the mountain; he was tenacious and did not stop his hunt for this imfamous plaxe until he came to the edge of the world.

The ocean boomed below, the ground giving an occasional quake beneath his paws as he tread closer to Dragoncrest - but there was nothing here. No signs of pack life and certainly no warriors defending it from outsiders. He felt an instant of intense doubt as he hiked the forest; then as he came to the sheer drop which would have landed Revui squarely in Rusalka if he were to slip, he stopped and - of all things - raised his chin to howl a possessive, taunting note in to the air.

Would someone come for him? Warn him away? Start a fight for these cliffs that were so precious to Kiwi? A part of him hoped to get a glimpse of this force, to test whoever came to him and decide once and for all if aiding Kiwi was worth the effort. Revui was impatient and clearly had some impulse control issues.