At the Brink of a Cliff                                -      N      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> E
                                                        -      S      -

You barely notice the sheer drop in time.  Clinging to a nearby branch
rhythmically slam against the rock face of the brink.  The drop itself is
straight down, you see no way possible to climb it.  The winds from the
ocean roar up from below and make you think twice about attempting to fly
down either.  
A grizzled wolf wanders about looking for something to feed on.
A small rabbit hops about here.