Dragoncrest Cliffs The Devilll for my Hurt

Erzulie was the first to show, Mireille by her side, and Chacal hurriedly gestured, hopelessly, to the skies. Her voice was hoarse with grief and exertion when she spoke. 

”A golden eagle. It took Requiem,” She skies showed no sign of yielding to her begging; the fog remained thick, hiding the clear blue sky from view. ”We need to search for nests, or,” She said, shaking her head. ”De fog is so t’ick. It flew over de cliff an I lost ‘I’m,” She rasped. ”De others be hidin’ in de den,” Through the shock and grief she forced herself to be strong, and take action.