Dragoncrest Cliffs Down the chute

The ocean.
Maleah had, somewhat, been afraid of it until now. She stuck mostly to the center of the territory, perhaps along the edge of the Tangle; minding her business, a passing tired grin to Chacal when they locked eyes here and there.
But today, she ventures closer to it — it was hers now, too, and the call from the ashen Emerald spurred her on. What she had not anticipated, however, as she passed along the rock-woven path to the shoreline, was a stream of fish whirled to the bank by giant-finned creatures. And they just kept coming.
Holy shit, mouth agape, a flurry of raven black hurtles onto the shoreline, feathered tail waving high behind her. Sand clings to the bottoms of her feet as she springs into the air, a fish mid-flight now tucked neatly in thin jaws. Wow!
Part of her wondered if, maybe, this was some kind of sign; Sapphique welcomed her home.