Dragoncrest Cliffs he never seen so much rage from a queen

You don't look like a wolf to me, her brow furrows, a wry smile curling the corners of her lips. would a wolf have little wings like these? her teeth playfully snip at the little one's elbow in a secret attempt at herding her to safety. Or a little beak like this? her nose, then, poking near the side of her short little snout.
Would it be horrible of her to pick favorites among Mireille's children?
Come down, and I'll show you the best perch I know. and what she would not say is that she didn't have one yet. They'd go, perhaps, to the shore; they'd find a small ledge, or even a branch above the sea where Maleah could catch her before she could get hurt; she'd even offer her own shoulders, for with her height, they were not too far from the ground.
Either way, the sea seemed to be the best bet. That was, if she knew how to swim. Maybe she should ask that first. Can you swim, Miette?