Dragoncrest Cliffs We’ll make the mainland by noon

The disappearance of Requiem was difficult for Suzu to fully comprehend. Her questions were innocent, but seemed to wound her mother when she asked for clarification. As a predator, she knew what death was- but something about this was different. Was Requiem really dead? Did the eagle eat him or drop him? She couldn’t stop herself from asking those questions- and the answer of “I don’t know” wasn’t satisfying. 

What she did understand, however, was that danger lurked in the sky. If Requiem was small enough to get carried away, then she was in danger too- and would be for some time, as the smallest of the children. 

She lived in shadows, and hovered in the mouth of the den, leery of leaving unless there was an adult whose paws she could trip over. Visitors were frequent, which provided her some relief from being stuck at the den out of fear, but it did not soothe her completely. 

Even on a beautiful, sunny day when she could see for miles she remained pressed against the side of the den’s mouth. She’d been told they’d be moving soon, once Chacal found a safer place for them, but until then, Suzu would remain where she felt safest.