Dragoncrest Cliffs Epitaph

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Set after they reunite back at Sapphique; Mireille would've come to Sapphique to see if it was safe, then rounded 'em up on the island to bring them home.
One-round, please allow Mireille to post after this.

Chacal awaited the return of all of her family, while bearing a heavy heart knowing that they would mourn when they found out the cost of the battle. She had greeted Mireille first, and had remained with the wounded while the rest of the pack was gathered from the island and shepherded home. 

Buried side by side beneath fresh mounds of earth were the bodies of Erzulie and Sobo. Rosalyn had disappeared and the bear's body had not been found and thus, they mourned the loss of her as well. Chacal knew in her heart that she would not see her mother again, and that she had been left motherless. All she could do now, was to keep herself pulled together for the sake of the pack...And pull the pack together in a new way. 

Once they were assembled and the tearful reunions had come to pass, Chacal cleared her voice to address the pack, with Mireille at her side. Both of them had been wounded deeply; in some ways shared, in some ways differently. But if nothing else, she felt her kinship with her sister renewed once again, knowing that they would not have the guidance of their mothers and their brother anymore. Now, they looked to each other. 

"We be gat'ered 'ere today,
in de wake of de bear's wrath.
Our mot'er, Rosalyn, 'as chased it away-
it will not escape 'er path." 

In her heart she knew that her mother would never give up on hunting the bear. She would find some peace in knowing that her mother was a hero, but oh....How she wished her Mother would come home! Her voice cracked when she spoke her mother's name...And how she could only speak of them both in past tense now. She couldn't look at the burial sites. Not when she wanted nothing more than to pull her beloved Maman and brother close. 

"Dis be our home-
Dese cliffs, dis meadow, dese graves.
Sapphique be here, we shall not roam,
like de ever wandering waves."

She decreed. It had been decided between the two leaders that the threat was gone; and that they would be safe, still in their home. 

"We live here, as Sapphique toujours,"
She chimed, and ferocity gleamed in her eyes. 
"We will reign over dese mighty shores.
We be 'ere, an de same still-
but we be changin' our will."

She said. After all, the sea changed- and so would they. 

"In de moment of crisis, we did what was best. 
Bot' to fight an' flee, to spare us of casualties.
But let it be known- dere be dose who fled.
Dere be dose who neither helped, nor bled." She said

Her fangs shone; some blood stained them still. 
"Njord ran from de battle; I saw 'im go.
Rykor an Rhaegal, dey never did show.
Men not born to dis pack forever shall be so:
ranked as Salinero, 
as Slate, Shale, Limestone an' Sandstone."

Non-familial men would never see a rank above Pearl. Not any more. 

Chacal tilted her head, to look to her sister.