Dragoncrest Cliffs it puts you in a situation where you're made to feel dumb.

The surge of waves would not allow Chacal to eavesdrop on the conversation that took place between the stranger and her Maman. And from a distance, she observed a casual play-bow, and the lash of her mother's tail. A smile from the stranger, whose face she could see- but not the glare from her mother whose back was towards her. 

She'd been content to leave her mother to speak with the grey-toned male and tutned to rove on, further inland, until she caught a glimpse of swift movement in the corner of her eye. Her mother had lunged at the male. Chacal snapped to attention- much too far away to do anything, but she paused to assess nonetheless. Her mother was not a helpless creature after all, and for a moment it appeared as though the one correction might've been enough to ward him off. 

But the expression on his face caused Chacal to bristle. He grinned fiendishly, and his lips moved in what she could only assume was a taunt. When Erzulie lunged for him again, Chacal took her cue and began to hurtle down the beach toward them. 

Still three hundred metres or more away and closing in on them with every stride, Chacal dashed toward the brawl, releasing a sharp war-cry that might serve to give her mother confidence, and rattle the male's nerves when he realized that within minutes, he'd be outnumbered.