Moonspear hope it isn't repetition

Oblivious to the fact that she was being followed, the girl found and perched upon an outcropping that was bordered by hedges that hung precariously onto its edges. The harsh drop below was dizzying but Lyra did not fear the height, too enamoured with the view it gave. She gently settled onto her haunches and wrapped her tail around her paws, lifting her head to greet the dying light. The seemingly endless lands spread before her were bathed in a golden blaze and, for a fleeting moment, she felt like she could take it all on.

The soft chuff from behind sent a sudden, jarring jolt of surprise up her spine and the girl spun, sending a few rocks and a smattering of dust off the ledge. She quickly tried to regain her composure upon seeing it was only Charon, but the quickness of her breath betrayed her fright. She hated to show such weakness before her father, knowing he shared Hydra's courage and affinity for battle. "H-hey, pa," she spluttered with a forced smile, sheepishly slinking forward to lick at the underside of his freckled muzzle.