Ravenshook Cliffs you've made a fool of everyone

*finally throws up a reply!*

He had finally made it to the ocean, but the sense of accomplishment was fleeting. No relief came to his weary bones - instead the boy was filled with only dread. What now? Redshank hadn't really had a plan beyond this. He had been so focused on getting to the Sequoia Coast but gave no thought as to what he would do once there. All he knew was the shoreline was safe - familiar - and, like all things, he supposed he would just continue to make it up as he went.

Darkness soon cloaked the area, the cries and screeching of the sea birds that called the cliff home quieting and giving way to the dull roar of the ocean. Redshank trailed along the ridge, head bowed and staring at the crashing waves below. He aimed for the summit, hoping the brightness of the full moon would be enough to give him a clear view of the area so he could plan his next move.

But it appeared someone had beaten him there. Redshank peered at the scraggly figure in the darkness, hackles bristling as he slowly realised who this was. He appeared to be in as bad a shape as himself (if not worse) but that garnered the other boy no sympathy from his former friend. He lurched towards Screech with a jarringly sudden movement, teeth flashing as he let out a thundering, "hey, you fuckhead!"

He didn't even stop to think why the Redhawk boy was so far from the Plateau.