Blackbeak Bluff Weigh hey, roll and go!

sea shanties are always great LMAO

He kept away as the maned wolf remained by the edge, unafraid of the heights and the winds that called forth. The view was great, but it was a scene that could last many moons, while a meeting would only last for a few moments of the day. It wouldn't go away, but he could, so Norsamu did not mind turning away from the heights. Large paws strided toward the boy, a friendly smile happily displayed as she grew closer to him, "ahoy," she joked upon inching more near.

"Da' fuck is Undersea? Ya live under the waves?" the large wolf chortled, literally thinking of being under the sea, "sounds cool though." How he spoke made it seem that it was his Pack's name, and an unusual one she thought, but interesting nontheless. Norsamu wondered who would create such a name, but what was more interesting as how he referred to this place, the 'mainland,' "Aye ya a newbie" Someone who only recently ventured away from his Pack? He must be a youngin', or a sheltered lad. Such a shame as there was so much in the world!

"Never too late to explore, aye, there more then just here!" This was an elegant view to see, but it wasn't a hunting place, only a treasure for the eye, "ya gotta go more inland my boy, see more then just thee waves." She guessed he lived more toward the ocean- and since he hasn't explored, that's literally all he knew. What a shame! The ocean was great, but there was a lot to behold to the mountains and plains too.