Dragoncrest Cliffs But what to put with my heart

mireille was grim. she had not seen njord come back, but now chacal called for them. arriving, she offered a low chuff and nudge of her muzzle to each of them.
this was their first meeting, wasn't it?
rapid blinking affected her emerald eyes a moment; she slanted her gaze toward the ground and thought pensively about her sister's words, her request for advice.
"we be needin' to lead it away. maybe de mountains. maybe — we could trap it t'ere. crush it."
falling stones. falling trees. the mountains were not her area of expertise.