Dragoncrest Cliffs is she drunk or does she just have bad taste?

She hadn't expected company, but it was far from unwelcome. Branwen flicked an ear at the chuff, gaze still caught on the sunset for a few beats. Watching the sunset, The answer came automatically as she finally turned to look at her packmate; the focus of the fiery-hued girl's attention prompted a follow up, Oh— I collected those from the beach earlier. I haven't decided where to put them yet.
A slight pause followed her words; she wasn't keeping it secret, really, but it didn't occur to her to elaborate. She was perhaps too used to familiarity, not quite forgetting that wasn't the case here but not considering all that it entailed. Ironically, it occurred to her to introduce herself. Branwen, She offered, tearing her gaze from her flame-coated companion for a few beats to glance back to the darkening sky. Join me?