cliff diving

Zephyr took the time to rest and survey the territory in which he'd landed. Visible in the distance in a ring that made up the top of the gorge was a forest, filled with trees that he couldn't quite name. Their tall peaks peered over the stone walls that enclosed him, and in various places the woods seemed to even be climbing down the cliff face. It gave the territory quite a unique appeal, almost like he was sitting in the middle of a bowl made of trees.

Turning his head to see what other interesting features the land might hold, Zephyr was startled to see an approaching wolf crossing through the gorge toward him. He got to his talons, brushing off his feathers with his wings as the canine neared. "Hello!" He offered in reply, giving a short and polite bow of greeting. Zeph could see that the wolf was intimidated by him - something that was not unusual in the slightest - and he aimed to relieve that tension in any way he could. Giving the wolf a smile, he introduced himself. "I'm Zephyrus, I live in Auster! My family came to the Armada for a visit. Is this your gorge? I'm very sorry, I can't smell like wolves can, scent borders still don't make much sense to me."