Ankyra Sound holy water

Things seemed to fall into place for Chacal, who had assumed that she had come from a solid upbringing. She could see the similarities between Meerkat's upbringing, and the way that wolves were raised at Sapphique. Several parental figured, many loving hands to keep watch, protect, entertain and love. 

And like many, adventuring out into the world, taking chances and living in more dangerous territories, invited calamity. She reached over to touch Meerkat's shoulder, an acknowledgement of the hurt she'd felt, and her appreciation that Meerkat had shared those painful details with her. She would not pry further, into what cause had been behind the tragedy. Whether it was sickness, natural disaster, or otherwise, it seemed painful. Meerkat had persisted through it all, and had found her way to call Sapphique home. 

She reflected upon the time Meerkat had spent with the pack, since she'd been brought to be his bride. She seemed somewhat reluctant to admit that this was where she'd spent the most of her life- likely because there was still somewhere she referred to in her mind as home, likely the place she had been born. 

But time, inevitably, had worn away at her, and Sapphique had become more than familiar. Whether its longevity as her homelands made her stay permanently or not was not confirmed- but she was here, now. And they were her family. 

"I 'ope you feel home, an' welcomed 'ere.
You mean a lot do de pack, de family." She said softly.