Dragoncrest Cliffs doing back spins, running man, and more

At his comment, Chacal whipped her head back with a grimace of indignation, and snorted loudly. The sudden exhalation would likely send another puff of her morning breath straight at his muzzle but she didn't care. She shook her head with such force that her ears made funny flapping sounds as they beat against her cheekbones, before she froze, tilting her head to the side and biting her lip at the mention of breakfast. Insult immediately forgotten, she jerked herself to her feet with an ungainly heave of her shoulders, and trotted out into the open light. 

She halted almost immediately outside the den and shook her coat out, finding the sudden absence of another wolf at her side left her exposed and cold. Her coat puffed out a bit as her shake turned into a shudder. The sea breeze was one thing, but winter's keen chill was something new, and not entirely welcome. She turned, circling around so that Valravn could lead- and so that she could glue herself to his side and take some shelter from the soft, cool breeze.