Dragoncrest Cliffs Whalewatcher

She'd been laying near the edge of the cliffs, feeling the dawn sun's warmth as it rose over the horizon to the East at her back when she noticed it. Out along the briny horizon where the surf turned the darkest shade of blue, a plume of white rose from the ocean and dissipated into the air. Another, close behind it. She had been chewing on a leg bone, leftover from some hunt, with little meat left on the bone but it made for a good distraction and way to busy her jaws, but she allowed it to fall from her teeth and rest on her forepaws as her attention snapped to the horizon. She watched the same spot, expecting for the sea to cast up the same flourish of spray again- only to see it reappear, but in a different place. And now, there were several more with it. 

Whales.

Very far from the shore still, but she could see with every exhale, the slight hump of dark flesh that rose from the ocean, and the small, slanted dorsal fin that rose up out of the water, arched, and then sank back below the surface. One exhaled again, spraying a dense column of mist into the air, and arched its back, raising its small, hooked dorsal fin before it sank- but before it disappeared from view, its massive fluke was raised from the water, arching up to show the pale underside, before it disappeared below the surface as the whale dove. She would not recognize them, having only just realized now how interesting they were- but this was a pod of humpback whales, drawn in to feed on krill in the bay not far beyond the cliffs.