Dragoncrest Cliffs Je veux

Lucette had taken her own quiet interest in the creatures she found among the waters, though she did not often hunt them. She spent much of her time alone since waking from her long sleep; contemplative. Watchful.

Her aunt's silent company suited her just fine. She hadn't meant to find Chacal, but neither did she avoid her. Lucette stepped into the waters readily, furs already damp and salt-laden from an earlier swim. The air felt heavy here; Lucette wasn't quite sure what to do with that, so she ignored it for now, nosing at some of the kelp halfheartedly.