Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

Sunhawk had limped after Umbra as she crawled back towards the cliffs where she'd gotten her ass kicked. Okay, you had to give kudos to The Crazy - guess if you like the taste of something enough you gotta have it twice. "Hey angry lady, do you think we can stop for a snack break, like gopher or somethi---"

Except Sunhawk didn't care for the taste of pain his ribs were doling out, and he felt so light headed that at first, he was pretty sure the banshee coming at Umbra was one hundo-percent an illusion. Just some brain-matter funkiness, or the spectra of a residual TBI.. Surely, not actually a living/breathing/totally-there wolf who seemed like the physical manifestation of Durvasa coming down on Umbra like she was the world's most tasty slice of cake.

"Oh fuck me." Sunhawk muttered. He was unwilling to plunge to his death Blackrock-style a second time. The first had been enough. "What did you do to these people?" He stopped right where he was gimping as Wylla tore down the country-side towards them at a pace that made his spleen hurt.