Dragoncrest Cliffs This place is all he's ever known

She hoped he wasn't going to back out, when he mentioned how much work it was. "Yes, but I t'ink it be wort' it," She encouraged, as she trotted along the shores, looking for something that might fit well with what they already had. She looked over her shoulder, down toward the stick she'd put in the sand earlier. The tide had come up past it, and now even when the waves went out, the stick was still in the water. 

He suggested finding another big one, and even made suggestions to the overall structure of the trap. She thought for a moment, trying to imagine how the three might fit together, and she hummed, and then nodded. "Yeah! De water will be able to slip out between de branches an' knots, I t'ink. If we could fin'......Do you t'ink dis one be too big?" She asked. She hopped atop a large stump, which still had a tangle of roots from its base, but it had all been washed soft and clean, bleached in the sun. The stump itself was so thick through the middle that it was roughly the length of the wolf that stood upon it, grinning coyly. She cackled at her joke, before she jumped off it, and began searching again.