Dragoncrest Cliffs kveld

Trailing behind Chacal at a leisurely pace, Maleah presses her nose to the ground every so often, a mental map of the landscape forming as the ranks are explained. A distinct, highly structured system, one with blue-crested titles in a different language. She nods or offers a hum to assure that she's listening, though she cannot help but find herself distracted on occasion by the flora that surrounds them.
Do you like children, she's asked, and she can't help but bark out a laugh at that. It's part of my job, she nods, one paw wrapped around the stem of a fern. but, yeah, I do. So long as they mind their manners. but even if they didn't, she'd like them anyways.
Coming upon the hilltop of a cliff, she can see just through the treeline the daunting waves of the ocean, the salt that hangs heavy in the air. Man, this place is beautiful. she paces just a bit ahead of Chacal, tail coming to a slow sway. That's your backyard, huh? she supposed it was her's now, too.