Dragoncrest Cliffs otherworld

Her father had left with the war party, leaving the girl worried and half wishing she'd gone out with them. Of course, she was a poor fighter, clumsy and slow, but perhaps she could have provided...moral support? She ought to learn to fight, or at least enough to protect their own borders, and strong as they might be already. The rest of them all seemed capable fighters, in the very least, she ought to be able to hold off an attacker. When Blixen returns, perhaps she ought to ask her cousin to teach her. 

Today, she roams the cliffs, investigating every nook and cranny in the hopes of finding another place like her little stream, where already winter has claimed the little bulb plants. The wind of the sea is fierce, buffeting her fur and having her blink rapidly as grit and sand are thrown into her eyes, fairly confident in the fact that today was a poor day to pursue cliff-exploring.