Gilded Bay a-sailing down along the coast of high barbary

Norah was bored. With all the numbers and safety Moonspear had proven to be a rather dull place to live and this was a conclusion she had come to after living there only for brief period of time. But she had been taught not to make hasty decisions and go for a walk to clear her head first. To weigh out all the pros and cons of remaining in the present arrangement and then decide, where to go next. She had travelled the southern end of the valley recently, therefore paws took her northwards, where the sound of the ocean and smell of saltwater and wet sand lured the wanderers to check out the beauty of the place ahead. 

It was not the first time for her to see large mass of water, but upon meeting ocean face to face, you cannot be immune to its greatness. There - watching the seemingly endless mass of water, tall waves crashing against cliffs - one could get the true sens of their own insignificance in the bigger scheme of things. Mother had taught Norah that humbleness was a virtue and a practical skill too. If you got over-confident, you would begin to make mistakes. Some could even turn out to be fatal. Therefore she exercised this time from time and therefore was always alert and careful on the path of life she was walking. 

During her walk she caught scent of another wolf nearby and, following the trail, she found the bay, where the said man had stopped in flesh and person. She observed him warily from afar, before making a decision to draw closer. Quietly though, not to disturb him or draw in attention right away. And only, when the moment felt right and she had at least two escape plans, if this encounter went totally wrong, did she clear her throat to speak: "Good evening, sir! What's the treasure that has caught your attention?"