Dragoncrest Cliffs is the fairest thing on the black earth,

She wasn't sure if she'd get punished for having an outburst, or if her mother might actually realize what it was that was making Chacal so frustrated. So when she saw her mother's features soften, and noticed the way Erzulie's ears turned back to show deference, Chacal felt something she hadn't expected; validation. She apologized, and recognized that she'd hurt her daughter's feelings- but specifying just two times irked Chacal. She lifted one of her forefeet and scraped it a few times in the snow- it was more than whatever two incidents her mother thought existed. 

But she had little to no means to communicate the others were. She felt she had been a good daughter- she'd not strayed from their homeland, like the others. She had not gotten lost or chased away by a wild animal. She had not put up arguments (before this), and had begun learning how to hunt, and all of that without being able to communicate with words. She didn't know how to find her words- but she did feel as though she had been let down. As though...Nobody had really tried to help her. They'd simply turned a blind eye to what she felt was a blatant predicament, without trying to help her get out of it. She didn't want to be silent the rest of her life. She didn't want to feel different. 

She wanted to be included. And in being left out of the first round of choices for the Seafoam Run, she felt that she'd been punished for an affliction that her mothers had done very little to help her escape. Valravn had been permitted to take part, after all- but he could talk. So could Merlin and Njord, and all the others. But her? No. Part of her even wished that her sisters- Regin, Arcelia and Solaire- had stuck around long enough for her to compare herself to them, to see if they would have been given privileges over her...But it was impossible to say. They were gone. 

Still; some of her ire had faded, now that she'd received an apology. It wasn't enough, though- her mother had words, and she wanted to hear more from her, so she sat, and waited to see what her mother's plans were, now. What Chacal wanted was help. She wanted help, and she wanted recognition that she was doing everything she could. She wanted inclusion. But all of those things- those were things that she believed her mother was responsible for, considering the fact that she herself was already trying to do everything she could.