Dragoncrest Cliffs We leap from the cliff and we hear the wind sing

With each different tree that she studied, there seemed to be differing characteristics that weren't simply their nettles. Some had cones- but where the cones were place, in which direction they pointed, and their size- it made for additional factors to be filled in. At the base of one large tree there was a massive mound of little cones, but each had been pried open and the seeds had been taken out. When she looked up, she thought she saw the outline of a squirrel, high in the branches. She moved on, though, not wanting to bother it. But the fact that that squirrel clearly loved that kind of pine cone...That was useful information. 

Sobo appeared, and as soon as his eyes fell to her foot, she knew she was in for a checkup. She greeted him, tail sweeping the ground, nosing the corner of his jaw with the tip of her nose as a sign of affection and deference. She then side-stepped awkwardly so he could have a look at her paw. It still had its last bandage of kelp on it, but she held it out for him to investigate nonetheless. "Well, I be doin' research down on de beach," She explained. After all, she wanted to be a scholar- she hadn't just been playing. "An' dere be a whole pack of jellyt'ings washed up on de shore when de tide go out. I'm pretty sure dey be all dead, but I wanted to investigate dem, as I never get to see dem up close an....I touch one of its tentacles a bit too close an it burned by paw." She admitted. "But Etienne, 'e showed up right away an we put my paw in de saltwater, an' he pull out de little...stingers, an' he wrap my paw up. It be feelin' better today," A lie, but it hadn't gotten worse, so she figured that was a bonus.