Dragoncrest Cliffs sing me a song of a lass that is gone

Leapfrogging Njord at Lieu’s request.

Meerkat’s ears splayed slightly at Chacal’s gentle correction. She nodded, then repeated the movement when asked about the glacier. Just as she wondered if Chacal was very familiar with it, she asked after one of its members by name.

I do know Imaq, Meerkat replied, a sad strain in her eyes as she shared, She and her son, Sikuliak, disappeared a while back. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, she murmured, thinking of the heartbroken Rye and the little boy she hadn’t really gotten to know well before his disappearance.

She glanced at Njord. They weren’t even mates, nor did they have children together, but Meerkat felt like she could empathize with Rye’s heartache a little better now. It was kind of frightening, really, to have something so precious to lose, although the wonder of it far outweighed the risk, which she pushed to the back of her mind.

I don’t mean to sound cheesy, she said, returning her focus to Chacal, but I really hope we can be friends, Chacal. Only time would tell how well she blended into Sapphique. They were tightly-knit, though if today was any indication, she would be warmly welcomed into that weave.