Blackbeak Bluff he walked out of nowhere, toward nowhere

At the bluff, the cliff was sheer, so much so that navigating downward to the ocean from here seemed a near impossible feat. Down there was only ocean, anyhow. No beach, no rolling hills. Aiolos, having left the sanctuary of the Vale once more to visit the seaside, had taken a different route this time. A poor one, apparently.  As did the coywolf, Olo moved to the east as he had before, to double check to make sure nothing was worth wild until he was able to travel further to the west. 

Ahead, he saw the black headed wolf. His auburn ears perked with curiosity and he quickened his pace. Ma'am? He called out and, as the salty winds brought forth the scent of the male, he stopped suddenly in his tracks. Ah... um, sorry. Thought you were someone else. Alas, it was not the same black headed woman he had met near here before. Quite a coincidence though, their looks and all....