Dragoncrest Cliffs a small graceless child

Chacal pieced her world back together, even while certain pieces of it felt so far away. Safe, happy, but far. She knew she should be grateful to even know where her sons were. For Requiem to have been found alive was no minor miracle at all, either. And yet she still struggled a bit, knowing that they'd chosen to spend their youth with another pack...At least, though, they would have Ashlar to care for them. Augur, too, she figured. 

          When she found her mother, she was shoulder to shoulder with Jorunn, and both had a warmth in their features which caused Chacal to smile. She knew as soon as Erzulie turned her gaze upon Rosalyn, the same warmth and tenderness would still appear, and that Rosalyn too looked upon her wife and Jorunn approvingly. Chacal swept forward to greet them both lovingly, and heaved a deep sigh- a content one. The sigh of a mother whose children were all accounted for, and the sigh of a daughter who was happy that her own parents were happy as well.