Dragoncrest Cliffs Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

Unaware that she was someone's target, Rosalyn watched the river carefully, stalking along it's edge. She had found nothing yet this morning and was about to give up... but only a short while longer. Perhaps all of the creatures within had decided to make a day of it on the beach. Or perhaps your pacing is scaring them off, she thought ruefully. Truthfully, this was not one of her stronger suits. She was far more used to scavenging the shores or hunting the forests.

There would be no luck today. Rosalyn heaved a sigh and turned, cutting a lazy path back towards the border. One final circuit and then she would grab lunch elsewhere. Except that she soon saw the young shape of one of their children, carrying something and coming to greet her.

Rosalyn smiled as she recognized Sobo. Now where was he heading so eagerly? She adjusted her trajectory to meet him, approaching in the same sedate manner. It was hot, not much of a day for rushing around.