Dragoncrest Cliffs Diplomat

An ambassador. Chacal eyed the woman, earth-toned and with a steady, honey-beige gaze. She was small in size, but there seemed to be nothing diminutive about her professionalism. Chacal warmed to her, finding her admirable for being so devoted to her duties and the youth from her pack. 

What they sought, in addition, was another tutor- one to teach the skills of a warrior. Immediately, she thought of her swift, strong, battle-scarred mothers…And it caused a slight ache in her chest knowing she could not ask them to train a warrior. What they wanted now was a life of peace, and age had made once powerful joints and muscles become tight with aches. 

And while each wolf possessed the ability to fight, they were not a military pack. Chacal was not aware of any who sought to train as a warrior or establish themselves as such within the pack- but she would not admit such a thing to a stranger. To do so might expose a potential weakness. 

But they had other affairs to discuss first. She nodded.

 ”Indeed. 
I am Chacal, welcome to Sapphique; 
de child of whom you speak, 
She be in good ‘ands. 
Jorunn be skilled wid youth,
Dis I speak, it be de truth.” She assured the ambassador. 

She suspected she might want to see Lenora for herself, but if she would take the assurance as it was, she’d be content. Tracking down a young, energetic wolf involved in scouting training might take some time.

The skin offered was quite a nice gesture. When it was nudged forth, Chacal smiled warmly and moved to investigate it. But when presented, it had come with the question of relying on Sapphique for yet another trainer. 

We’re they to be training grounds for Sacrarium for yet a third time? A deer pelt was a nice offering, but not something they could not procure on their own. She felt Sapphique might stand to have more to gain, if they were to be offering their expertise for a third time. 

”We are ‘appy to share our knowledge an skill,
Wid friends an’ allies- but still,
I’m sure you understan’ why I say it so-
We prefer some sort of…quid pro quo.” 

She did not mean to dismiss the pelt, but she hoped Noir understood that it was a relatively small offering in comparison to months of training. She could not have her packmates sow the field, when they would reap nothing from it in the future. 

”I will talk to my brot’er an’ sister an’ see,
If we have de time an’ ability. 
If we do, we will be ‘appy to discuss
An arrangement dat works for de bot’ of us.” She said.