Dragoncrest Cliffs I don't wanna be the right way round

The call is made but she isn’t exactly close and doesn’t make much effort into getting there with any speed. It isn’t specifically for her but any call at the borders usually gets her attention and she moves at an easy trot. Their borders have been quiet, their neighbors nearly non-existent, and so she is curious what brings someone to them now. There’s not a second call to alert any concern, so either it’s a routine annoyance at the edge of the redwoods or no one has gotten there yet.

But as she gets closer, she notes Blixen on the wind, and eventually Rose as the ocean air pulls inward. The strange scent notes a bit of familiarity but not enough that it makes much of a difference. The large woman slows to a stop nearby, standing yards behind Blixen and further from the other two, watching as her daughter takes charge in the moment.