Dragoncrest Cliffs yon sèl flè

The redwoman speaks, so she thinks, and her head is swiftly turned in her direction. Yes, a chirp, a birdlike twist of her head. I'm Maleah, the new medic. Chacal inducted me last week, or so, A few shuffles forward on stilted limbs, blinking pale gold eyes. You must be Mireille? The co-leader. Chacal told me a little about you.
She had not entirely expected such a vibrant cinnamon to come from a sister of Chacal. She supposed she knew not what their parents had looked like — or if they shared the same biological mother. There are little freckles that dance across her face, a power to her strut; a studious emerald gaze, and Maleah feels almost as if Mireille is boring holes in her.
She steps forth, a turn of a newly softened body away from the woman of ash, and she finds herself meeting her stride. I hear you just had your first litter? Congratulations.