Dragoncrest Cliffs slenge

When Heda raised her forelegs to embrace a greeting, Suzu approached, low and wriggling, to bump her nose into Heda's breastbone. The energy which had existed between Mireille and Heda had been infectious; because her aunt cherished Heda, Suzu did as well, and came to see her almost instantaneously as one who was beloved by her kin. She had gracefully received the evacuated party in their time of need, without overstepping boundaries or being too smothering. Sweetharbour was the word Suzu heard, and she liked the sound of it. 

She moved back to Jorunn's side, tail still wagging as she sat down. Jorunn asked Mireille a question, but it was then that Suzu noticed the items the islander had brought with her. Her nostrils flared. She did well not to interrupt the conversation, but her sparkling eyes remained transfixed on what looked like a bundle of plants, a tangle of roots, and an odd cluster of seaweed that was bulging with oysters.