Dragoncrest Cliffs freaking booties speaking to the cuties so belligerent

absolutely <3

In her spare time, she made her den ready for the next batch of pups, though there was little spare time to find. Rosalyn needed to be tended to, and Chacal awoke every morning with the fear that she might go to the Roja den and find that Rosalyn was no longer there. Sometimes, she dreamed still that her mother was missing; sometimes, she dreamed that her Maman was still alive. Caught between the two, her sleep was full of tragedy. 

She went to the pond in search of fresh water after having cleared old pelts and chewed-up treasures that belonged to her current brood. They could take them as they pleased- but her nesting instinct demanded that she fill the den with soft, fresh fur, feathers, and pelt that would soften the floor for squirming pups. 

Looking a tad worse for wear, she spotted Valravn ahead at the pond. Her tail swayed as she approached, her belly hanging low. They had yet to speak about the stranger, Svalinn- but he had returned to them, exhausted, after having gone to fetch not only Mireille from the island, but Rosalyn as well. 

She saw him still as her brother, and with every bit of fondness that she could summon from her heart. To him, she crooned an affectionate tone, as she moved to his side. While she led the pack now, she still felt most comfortable when she could simply go back to being her brother's little shadow.