Dragoncrest Cliffs Tell me of stories then of pirates and monsters galore

All Welcome but looking for @Quennell

Petite paws of calico colors. Taking dainty steps upon the sand. Head held haughty, proud and high as always. Blue eyes leaning towards the ocean and then back to the cliffs. The scent of others pervaded around her, strong and sure. In her maw she carried medicines from the forests. Many different ones. Father had told her always carry what you know with you, and if someone new you meet, and it is upon the lines of their home. You give them something in return for giving you their time.

She had back tracked towards the bay and then around and around, until she had caught a scent of the young red boy. She had promised him she would say goodbye, but she had left too quickly. So she was here to tell him hello again, and where she was should he come and find her. She doubted he would, but just in case. She did not wish to lead him astray.

So with gentle politeness, she settled to her haunches away from the border, and away from the scents. And she lifted her tiny muzzle in a questioning howl for Quen.

Then she closed her eyes as the cold wind ruffled her fur, and the salty brine curled around her muzzle. The scent comforting and alluring all at once. She could understand why her auntie had settled in the seashore. She would sit this way, eyes closed in quiet enjoyment. Until he came, and if he didn't and she was forced to simply whittle away the day upon these shores. She was okay with that as well.