Dragoncrest Cliffs for day is near, the moon is set

ever since mireille's return, she had kept close to sobo, as close as she was able.
she knew nothing of his thoughts currently. her own eyes were upon chacal. she was fond of her gold-caped sister, though she did not know the older she-wolf as well as she would like.
and it hurt to see her maman rosalyn stepped down from her position.
still she trusted her mothers. if they had chosen chacal, mireille saw no reason to resist.
in her heart lurked a fear that had not dissipated since returning, and her own song was low, notes spiraling out over the salt before she steadied herself with a glance to sobo.