Wapun Meadow i saw a bulbasuar but it might have been lettuce

“We are coastal no more. Those that of us who remain have every right to be here.”

Her voice had softened into something low, stony, and her plush ears bedded back into her wisping ruff. “Though, being natrona, I suspect we aren’t even to be considered kru anymore.” The even gaze took in that snarl, that stept towards her; and though Aurëwen’s body anchored her weight away, she didn’t retrace her pawprints one bit. “I do not know what of Drageda plagues you, for I simply ran with them in ze late winter.”

​”As far as my kind goes, you near ze lands of Diaspora.” Her sculpted head rose above scrawny shoulders, tone without haughtiness, but certainly cautioning whatever he chose to do next. She willed her hackles to not rise; all the same, though, these next few moments would only tell whether she would push her reluctant rank or no.