Ocean's Breath Plateau who doesn't know what I'm talking about?

It was through this one path and one path only that Angel soon came upon the strange man. He was not so old as the rest of the men in this pack — perhaps of an age with Taggak, but bearing a more weatherbeaten frame. And, fortunately or unfortunately, he did not seem to be up to anything nefarious.

Angel watched him anyway, hiding her small frame as close as she dared amongst the brush. He was just... digging around, sorta. Calmly. Casually. As if he had a plan he believed in, but was in no great rush to see it done. The quiet air of competence he carried about him was reminiscent of most every man she knew — but she was fully absorbed by it in this moment, as captivated by the stranger as she'd often been by sunlight dancing on the waves.

Her paws grew numb the longer she sat. The girl shifted subconsciously, sending a shale stone tumbling down the rocky incline. A small gasp escaped her, and she tucked herself lower into the brush, hoping to remain unseen.