Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

Being summoned immediately sent Chacal into a defensive state, and summoned a thick growl. Her hips and lower back still aching from the pain of open wounds, she plodded toward the borders with her eyes bloodshot and stern. There was no panic in Jorunn's voice, but Chacal had little patience for trivial border calls at the moment. She did not want any more loners coming to join them- not while they mourned. She simply wished for the pack to be left in peace, until they were ready to open their hearts again. 

She'd forgotten about the pale stranger, but seeing him again eased some of the sternness from her features. Mireille bristled, Jorunn too looked tense. 

She'd not spoken to them of the pale man who had offered his help. She had not taken his help easily, and she regretted that she'd had no other choice but to allow him to tend to Wing while Jorunn, Val and Theo had lain unconscious. She saw the slain rabbit on the ground, and flicked her eyes from one woman to the next, before looking back to him. 

She approached, and uttered a soft growl; an indication that she expected for him to stand still, and suffer a more thorough inspection. She remembered his claim now- and sought to find through scent if he did truly belong to them. She flicked her tongue over her nose, and pushed her whiskers forward. Exhaling soft puffs of air, she brought her muzzle toward his. Her tail arched- an indication that any violation of her proximity would result in a punishing blow. She sought with each inhale to find anything she might recognize.