Dragoncrest Cliffs Barracuda

The journey to the den passed in a blur. Meerkat’s body would likely ache later from the exertion of helping drag the dead weight of two grown boys, though she couldn’t possibly care about that. She wanted to make Swordfish as comfortable as possible, Quennell too.

When they were finally settled, she didn’t quite know what to do with herself. She hovered in the den’s doorway, unable to take her eyes off her son. Dimly, she registered Erzulie speaking softly to her and offering a hug. Meerkat accepted it, though eyes fixed on the gashes in Fish’s flank as she wrung her hands. She had never felt so helpless.