Don't Look Down

A bark pulled her attention from the landscape she had been admiring and her ebony gaze turned to look at a male that was colored with shades of gray and black. He was a few inches shorter than she was, but heavier built. She gave him a nod of acknowledgment since their paths were quickly converging as the two of them walked along the sheer cliff face–though he stood closer to the edge than she dared to, close enough to make the soft clattering of pebbles be heard over the sound of the distant, rushing waves. "A lovely view, isn't it?" she asked conversationally as they drew close enough to speak comfortably. Now that she was a bit closer she could get a better idea of his scent and there was no familiar notes to it that she could recognize so he wasn't part of a family she was familiar with nor a pack it seemed like. Although, upon further inspection, there were a number of scents intermingled with his so perhaps he did stick together with some kind of group even if it wasn't a pack. A family group or band perhaps? "I'm Avacyn, by the way. You are?" She hadn't come out here with the intention of making new friends, but it wasn't that often these days that she came across anyone that she didn't at least know where they came from so he sparked a bit of curiosity.

"Avacyn Mendacium"