Dragoncrest Cliffs Someone said something one time, but Daddy didn’t talk too loud

Raleska narrowly missed getting doused by Maia's shake; she angled her shoulders away and sat down outside of the splash-zone with a nonplussed expression adorning her face.

Still, she assumed this woman didn't have much experience with the sea. It was hard for her not to be judgmental -- she had to remind herself that many wolves had not lived the same life she had, and were clearly lucky for it.

"They're used to the cold. It's always like that." Raleska supplied back, thinking of how she'd noticed in the plateau that the landlocked bodies of water were almost always several degrees warmer. Prompted to think about the area they were in, Raleska angled her slim muzzle upwards and studied the familiar-and-yet-unfamiliar faces of the cliff. A lot of memories in this place -- very few of them positive.

"It's called Dragoncrest Cliffs." Raleska imparted with slight distaste. More for the history of this place than its presence. "There used to be wolves here. I think that was their home base."