Dragoncrest Cliffs otherworld

she dipped her head gladly, moving to fall into step beside her mother. she loved most the rocks by the seaside, their sparkle and their perfect smoothness. when the salt water left their surface they inevitably turned dull and listless, except for the sea glass and the special-stones her mother was so good at finding. 

to her mother's next question, she shook her head. "there is a pack on the sea-glass beach, now"  dalia had been uncertain when, upon her first visit there, she'd encountered the scents of a few. but they had only grown, and when she had returned last, the way there had been barred to her. she motioned with her muzzle in their general direction, disappointment obvious in her words.