Dragoncrest Cliffs This place is all he's ever known

She wiggled her midsection as she grabbed a hold of what used to be a branch. Now, it was just the right length for her to get a grab on it, and lift the piece of driftwood up from the front. She gave it a small tug, to cue to Swordfish that she was ready to start, and began moving forward, feeling the smoothe wood rub against her shoulder with each stride she took. She could feel the muscles in her neck warm up, so she tucked her chin a bit to keep the log closer to her body, take the strain off her neck. 

She led him along the sand and down the beach to the place she'd chosen. Two long, tall heaps of black rocks reached out toward the ocean like arms, about a wolf's length and a half apart. At low tide, the water just reached the ends of them, where they sank into the wet sand. There, the barnacles covered the majority of the rocks, indicating the rough depth that the water reached at high tide. She thought they ought to make their fish corral about a half length down from the end of the rocks- so that they wouldn't have to build it quite so high. She could see how far inland the waves would reach at high tide by the barnacles. 

Their log would almost close the distance between one cluster of rocks and the other. She set her end down, and looked to Swordfish. That wasn't too bad- a few more like that and they would be set! 

"Dis be good, yeah?" She asked, looking around. "De water will come in, an' over dis barrier, an' will come in to about here," She said, padding up the beach to where the sand was higher, and the barnacles faded off the rocks completely. "When it goes back out, it will go over an' t'rough de wood, but not de fish," She said. She bounded back toward Swordfish playfully, aiming to badger him with her nose, so that he'd be herded between the rocks and the log they'd brought. "Dey get trapped in 'ere," She said, before she bounded up onto the rocks, and then off to where the sand was dry. "Come on! We get more yeah!" She called.