Dragoncrest Cliffs Worn down, two bit diners and dachshunds

The trip might have been difficult, had Graeae not had the company of her mother. The pair moved like a well-oiled machine, never once stepping out of pace with one another. Each gentle graze from her mother's hip was appreciated, thanked with a chirp as Graeae carried on at Naiad's heels. Catching the questioning gaze, she nodded and moved forward for a more expansive view. Needless to say, she was plenty ready to find a moment's rest.