Dragoncrest Cliffs Let me in, for loud the linn

the echo of accents on the ocean wind drew mireille more quickly to njord's call. she found her da with another wolf, a pretty woman with eyes the color of the flowers used to crown leadership.
but it was the arc in her voice which suggested to mireille that this too was family, and her tail waved. "hello, da. who's this?" the young obsidian's emerald gaze was warm with curiosity.