Dawn Treader Valley Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

Foxglove was no stranger to the reality of the world, the sheer variety of the beasts that occupied it. She'd met dogs before, of course. So when she spotted the scarred dog sitting uphill, a lone silhouette simply watching from her perch, Fox wasn't alarmed. Not at all.

She halted where she stood, ears pulling forward, and called out with a series of high, sharp barks. Her tail swayed behind her. For the moment she only stood, watching; waiting to see how her greeting would be received.