Dragoncrest Cliffs your very own eyes had winter

the jagged rocks of the cliffs are repeatedly buffeted by the frothing waves that crash against the land; the tail of some unseen seabeast trying to break free of its prison. at least, that is how typhoon imagines it as he peers over the misty edge of the cliff. barely, he could make out the swell of the enraged sea below; a dark swath of endless fury. as the mist thins for the briefest of moments glacial gaze studies the jutting rocks that rise from the seabed near the cliffs like the teeth of said seabeast.

lips careen into a coy and devil-may-care smirk; a familiarity to the coywolf who basks in the salty brine of the sea. even in unfamiliar lands the coast feels like home.