Blackbeak Bluff friends in a previous life

The silence was broken by a sudden racket. Sobo cranked his head around to the source of it, his features collapsing from serenity to deep, scowling disapproval. Those lines etched ever deeper into his expression when he spotted the source of it some distance away.

If the thing was a wolf, it was like no wolf he had ever seen. It bounced on the edge of the cliffs with little care for the steep drop below, barking like a maniac at the birds flocked overhead. Its fur was twisted and knotted in an impossible manner that even the worst case of matting could not mimic.

What was readily apparent to Sobo was that this thing was diseased and likely in the throes of psychosis to boot.

With a disgusted sound in his throat, the Sapphique wolf picked himself up from his perch on the cliffs and beat a hasty retreat away from the sick creature. He might be a healer after a fashion, but he was not a sympathetic man. No way in hell was he exposing himself to whatever had taken that thing’s sensibilities from it.