Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

The scents had caught her attention on the flirtatious wind. The scent of her mothers, as well as a wolf from Redtail Rise; one she recognizes well enough, thought she was unable to put a face to the scent. It would be none other than Avicus, the wolf who seemed to have captured Ashlar's loyalty. Her scent marked the borders, every time Chacal went to visit her son, Reki. Theo had done so well in Avicus' care, though she felt her other son was quiet, solemn. Still, he did not wish to return to Sapphique, a home he still did not long for. 

So she'd decided to meander in the direction of these scents, curious to hear from her mothers soon after why the wolf had paid them a visit- until she heard her Maman call out for her. She did not miss that she was selected out of the Roja to attend to the visit, but wondered why Mireille should not be sought as well. Perhaps her mother had caught her scent and knew that she was lingering nearby. 

She padded forward, and took a seat at Rosalyn's side, so that her battle-scarred mother could be framed between both herself and Erzulie. Her mother appeared stoic, resilient. The woman who faced them was like red clay; firm and russet. 

"I be Chacal, Tanzanite of Sapphique,
what be it of us dat you 'ave come to seek?" 

She flicked her ears forward. Like her mothers, her gaze was even. She could feel that there was attention, though she sought to cool it with the light tones of her voice.