Dragoncrest Cliffs throwing off his purple cloak

Leadership duties? Chacal chuckled. ”One second, I ‘ave to untangle myself,” she would chuckle again as she had to side-step her way past her children, who grew with each and every passing minute it seemed. She whispered softly to them, to stay inside, so she could have a conversation with her mother without distraction. 

She blinked as she emerged from the den and moved to muzzle her mother affectionately. She pressed into her salt-laced fur slightly. Chacal knew that with the passing of time, there would be leadership changed, and she assumed now perhaps that Erzulie wanted to speak of the matters they had discussed before. 

She was in good humour, though she disliked the thought of leadership changes because it implied her Maman might want to step down. Chacal wanted both of her mothers to stop aging, to be preserved in time, immortal. ”We spoke before about de future. Is dad what you have come to discuss again?” She asked as she pulled back and sat down.