Silvertip Mountain oh oh feely eyes

she brightens considerably when the small scary lady smiles, and her guard is somewhat relaxed. she blinks when the woman mentions the coast, her apparent familiarity with her familiar pack softening her considerably. "yeah! we, um, had to move — the ocean got dangerous, and there were really big waves, and flooding." she explained. she'd missed the sea sorely, at first, but had grown to love the plateau just as much. perhaps it was her youth that made her adaptable, but she did not long as strongly for the brine and sun as she had. 

"we live on the plateau, now. that way," she offers, motioning gently with her muzzle in the direction she'd come.