Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

mireille nodded. "i met a woman wit' black fur. a man carried me across de sea to de islan'. an' i met a woman who only had t'ree legs. de druids had cut one off. it was infected, she said. a wolf had given her a bad woun'."
mireille was silent, contemplative.
"i t'ink dey be wolves who want to be left alone to do secret t'ings. dey do not want to be known, or to share dis power. dey are meant to be hidden out t'ere."
her brilliant green gaze skimmed the waters as if she might see the shape of the islands through the mist.