Dragoncrest Cliffs Snapdragons

With a pang of regret, Chacal sensed a sliver of grief in her mother’s words. She had not been present for the earliest days of her last litters of siblings- and her older siblings were also mostly scattered to the wind or lost to premature deaths. How many months had passed now, since she had seen her sister, and Val? She tried not to allow this thought to reach her eyes, which shimmered slightly already. It was likely natural for larger families to disperse more than smaller ones- but she regretted making the decision to travel, the previous year, now that she realized, with a bit more empathy, how it must feel to bring new life into the world and yet pine still for those who came before.

She was here now, though. She had much to do in order to prove herself to her younger siblings, but perhaps leading with her mother, and stepping in to help with this newest generation might serve as some sort of penance. 

”You are a good mot’er, Maman. I am lucky; we all are,” she crooned softly. She knew not all wolves had the opportunity to grow up with such loving parents. And now, Rosalyn and Erzulie had another generation of young to love and guide, and even if she was the only representation from her own generation, she would do what she could for them. 

Her mother offered words of praise, and she felt a glowing, warm pain in her cheeks. ”I am doing de best I can, de way you show me.”