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Chacal ached, and felt starved. The days following the fight had passed slowly; Val had gone, and she trusted her would let the others know that the bear had been chased off. 

Chacal would sit vigil over Erzulie's grave, tending to Jorunn in whatever way she could, waiting to see Rosalyn coming home to them. For some reason...She felt doubt, but somehow, that doubt felt right. It wouldn't have ever felt like home, living here on the cliffs, with only one of her parents. But she could love with the spirits of both of them, chattering to her on the wind. 

Theo she kept as close as she could. And as for those who dwelled within her, they had begun to stir, and even over the course of just days, she had felt her apatite spike. 

Sapphique had been pulled apart- but it would grow again. 

She heard Mireille's voice, and sat up. "Mireile?" She asked, pricking her ears.