Dragoncrest Cliffs a servant of wile-weaving aphrodite

Chacal joined the group so that she might also escort the pups down to the beach where they would grow and learn the ways of the ocean day in and day out. With the aroma den empty, it could have served then as a harbour for her own brood- but she had finished her own den just across the stream, on the edge of the wildflower fields, and had decided she would raise her children there once they were born. 

All the energy she’d had during the nesting process had started to wane, and as her belly grew, so did her tiredness and appetite. Once they reached the beach, she chose to relax alongside Rosalyn, rather than engage with the children. 

The male who gave the children a gift was new to her, but had been accepted into Sapphique so she too welcomed him. A soft smile teased her lips as she watched her younger sister pounce at his feet. She’d watch for a moment, to see how he’d interact with her, before she’d relax slightly and lean her shoulder against Rosalyn’s.

She hadn’t asked questions about Jorunn. She’d noticed her increased presence around her mothers, which she simply assumed was helpful. She’d been too busy and distracted to notice much more than the fact that Jorunn had been spending more time with Erzulie and Rosalyn.