Dragoncrest Cliffs Possum Kingdom

Chacal did not seek submission from the girl who eyed her with a gaze that was like a stormcloud lit by a flash of lightning. She was young, likely about the age of Chacal's children, but hardened. There was a stubbornness to her that the Tanzanite could recognize and idealize; being assertive was a good quality for women of the sea. If they were to live by something that was both unforgiving and nurturing, they must have those qualities themselves. 

She relented with a dip of her head- just enough to prove to Chacal that she would accept being governed, and part of a society that she did not lead. She'd nodded her head once at the look of the young woman, though her lips tightened as poisons were mentioned. It was too soon to hear of such things, but of course, Rae couldn't possibly know what it meant to Chacal. 

Part of her wished such cruel remedies had never been discovered. Part of her knew, though, that there was a chance more of her family would have died had it not been for her mother's sacrifice. 

One of the children gave a well-timed kick, causing her to focus on the earth-toned maiden again.

"I be Chacal, a leader of dis pack,
we be family wid each other- devotion must not be lacked.
If dis be a home you wish to find,
you may 'ave to leave some of your past behind.
To dis home, to dis family, we ask you to be true,
to be fierce, and to be loyal is what we ask of you.
A life spent by de sea be bot' ruthless an' kind-
if dis be what you want, den speak to me your mind."