Sun Mote Copse Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

"I have been there. Once with..." Wraen furrowed her brow, trying to remember, whether the person was Maia or another packmate or... maybe the waterfall was an entirely different one? Boy, had her memory got fuzzy and frayed along the edges. She sincerely did not know. 

"...somebody. Perhaps, it was not exactly here, but behind the wall of water there is a cozy cavern, covered in moss and kelps. And there are stone teeth above your head. Mom used to say that such places were the petrified remains of dragon's jaws. 

And just imagine - how many can boast that they have sat inside a dragon's mouth and made it out alive?" she chuckled, her gaze wearing a far-off expression. As if she was miles away from here, at another time and place. "I rambled, didn't I?" Wraen asked sadly. "But it was a good memory. Even if a very old one."