Dragoncrest Cliffs dover beach

Slowly, but surely, the little ember of a girl was warming up to her. She was reminded of a small fawn caught out in the open—all tense and ready to flee at the slightest noise. Tirgatao knew it was in her best interest to simply remain calm and quiet; she certainly couldn't just leave the little girl out here alone. It wasn't that she feared that anything would happen to her this far within the safety of the clan's claim, but she'd been raised to keep watch of any child that wandered into her sphere of influence. Seageda's firm bases on family and unity meant that every wolf, even those who hadn't reared their own litter yet, was responsible for the well-being of one another. 

As the question fell lightly from the young girl's lips, a fierce gust lashed up and over the cliff, buffeting her prone frame. The advisor glanced over the side, then to the child with a slight shake of her head. "No, not today, but soon. The waves are too fierce for even me. We'd get hurt." Tirgatao replied as she flattened her ears to signal that she, too, was not terribly fond of the circumstances. She truly did hate saying no. "But if you ask your mama permission, I can take you down to the beach sometime and show you all the neat little things the tide brings in.