Blackbeak Bluff Names get carved in the red oak tree

Tenebris stood upon the edge of the world.

Clouds moved overhead, blown with the wind that rode along the water’s surface. Gulls cried intermittently, swooping against the push of the cold and then rising to fly away. The man on the cliffside followed their path with his gaze until they had faded. Noisy things, he thought with a frown.

Tenebris turned away from the edge and padded along the length of it. He could not tell if he had heard thunder or merely the waves beating against the stone.