Dragoncrest Cliffs Down the chute

It was glorious. Large and small, scattered across the shore and swept by waves in droves. Maleah did not think of herself to be wasteful, but today, she goes from one to the next; Suzu's instructions a careful, but joyous guide. The white sands below are spattered with the pearlescent gore of fish carcasses, blood dribbling from a little black chin as jaws are wrapped around the next victim of the massacre.
She had hardly even noticed it when the top of her head is smacked with something wet and cold, violently thrashing and flopping as it rolls back to the ground. The creature is stopped with a paw and quickly consumed as pale eyes land upon the form of the youngling — the smallest hint of a coy grin upon her chimneysmoke features.
You wanna play a game? she chirps to the girl with a push of her nose into her shoulder, eyebrows lifting in the direction of Suzu.