Dragoncrest Cliffs elsker at hade

In the wake of their relocation to the Cliffs, Chacal had begun to explore their claimed territory in earnest, having developed just enough confidence in herself and the guardians of their pack to feel free to wander about the area. She was not a terribly secure creature by nature and tended to shadow her relatives as much as possible- but her siblings were growing ever more independent, and she had not yet shucked the feeling of being different. The idea made her self-conscious and mouselike, and she wondered perhaps if she wasn't being a nuisance, constantly clinging to her mothers and siblings, trailing behind them like a little shadow. A growing sensation of insecurity made her feel as though she was no longer worthy of following in their pawprints. 

So she'd taken to becoming her own shadow, and began learning how to track small prey, and how to follow the trails of others- but from a distance. She meandered along with her head down, sniffing here and there to see if she could follow the scent trail left behind by packmates she could easily identify without necessarily tracking them down. She'd begun to learn how to tell a hot trail from a cold one, and how to adjust her pace to avoid stalking and catching others when she didn't intend to interact with them. 

But this didn't mean others would not cross her path- and she had been following a trail left behind by Solaire when she caught a glimpse of movement not far away- the tall, pale man whose face had been torn to reveal his teeth in a constant grimace. He was new to her, and a curious sight- but any who merited the trust of her mothers would also gain a base amount of trust from her as well. So she watched him move, with the sureness of a great bull elk, from a distance with her tail waving and eyes glistening with fascination.