Dragoncrest Cliffs look what you've done

It was revealed to Muses that she had discovered cliffs that bordered an ocean. She pondered the information for a moment, having never encountered cliffs like the ones that towered above her, stretching out to the west. "Donnelaith." Muses hummed, repeating the name softly to herself. She liked the way the word was coloured when the white wolf spoke it; already, she could tell it was held in the highest regard.

It was further explained to her that the giant lake - the ocean - had poisoned waters in which mysterious fish survived. Muses looked out into the waters with renewed interest, although she could not entirely grasp a concept to abstract. "I appreciate you telling me," There was a brief pause as the young wolf realized that she had no name to match the alabaster beauty. "Forgive me! I never introduced myself, and didn't even think to ask for your name." Her sweet tones were earnest and apologetic, tail curving sharply downward in a display of disgrace.

"My name is Muses. I've traveled a long way from the north. I'm indebted to you, for I would have surely tried to quench my thirst with the ocean water." She was formal and courteous, her demeanor reflective of her upbringing. Since it was already later in the afternoon, she had planned to spend the night in the area, and would undoubtedly have gone to seek out the closest source of water.

Realizing that she knew very little about the strange new world she had entered, and hardly enough to live on her own, made Muses feel inadequate. There she was, a year and a half old, and she was relying on the help of kind strangers for survival. Truthfully, she was well equipped to thrive in her native land, but setting out on her own had been a steep learning curve that she had yet to master. A little embarrassed, she lowered her gaze, scuffing a front paw shyly against the ground.