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Her attention was drawn away from the lovely sorrow in Mireille's face for a moment when Valravn made to leave. There was of course reason to be urgent- Rosalyn was still out there, in one shape or another- but she called out to him, wishing her song could protect him like a cloak. "Be safe, brot'er. Please, do take care."

He sped on, and she sent her hopes with him. 

Some hope returned to her, in the sounds of names she cherished and loved. Her children! All three of her seaside children had survived the bear's malice- two of them had been safe only because they had been shepherded away in her sister's care. It broke her heart to think of the moment she'd sent Mireille away- but with her, she had taken some of her most precious belongings. Not only her children had gone, but Aminthe and Lilitu too. Safe, saved from the merciless bear. 

Quennell was the one wolf Chacal did not have a rational answer for. She shook her head. 

"He did not stan' wid me an' fight-
for all I know, 'e 'as taken flight."
They would piece their pack together, bit by bit. 
"De ones who bled that day wid me,
are Val, Wing, Theo, Jorunn an' Erzulie." Her song wavered.
Rosalyn's whereabouts was unknown- but Val hunted for her now. 
"Njord was dere; he saw de bear, an' ran.
I 'ave seen not'ing of de red-tailed man,
not him, his wife, or de two boys-
I t'ink dey left by choice." She stated. For all she could assume, they left together. It only made sense. 
"Rykor, too, 'e 'as not been seen.
Just as well for 'im; I am no longer keen
to 'ave dese men running, deir tail between
deir legs."

Her son, and her brother had come and fought. Sobo, she had no doubts, had fought with all his spirit.

She looked to Mireille, her eyes tired and sad. She felt a light kick near her ribs, and winced slightly. The next generation of Sapphique would be fighters; she was sure of it. But she felt herself struggle with the weight of knowing that the more children she had, the more likely the chance would come that one of them- or more- might be taken from her. Her eyes welled at the thought. She whispered her sister's name, and lay her head against her shoulder.