Ravenshook Cliffs absorbent and yellow and porous is he

In the days following her spontaneous confessional with @Tristan, things more or less returned to normal. To that end, Bat informed him that she was going to head out in search of more recruits. There were a few regulars haunting the grove now, though if they wanted to call themselves a proper pack, they would still need a few more hands on deck.

And she couldn't stop thinking about @Breccan. As a matter of fact, she'd howled for him every time she'd set out to scrounge through the territories along the coast. Reaving, she thought with a roguish smile as she approached the head of some jagged sea bluffs. She peered over the edge, undaunted by the heights, and began to pick her way down a narrow, treacherous game trail carved into the face of the cliff.

The going was slow. When a popup storm suddenly swept in from over the open ocean, it gave Bat no choice but to huddle in a shallow cavern as strong wind and rains drove against the seaside scarp. She was soaked within minutes despite the shelter but waited it out, nonetheless. She didn't want to risk slipping or being blown off the cliff.

The shower passed quickly with a final grumble of thunder. As the skies began to clear, Bat emerged from her hide-y hole, shook out her damp pelt, then continued toward the rocky strip of beach below.