Dragoncrest Cliffs mesi

Mireille smelled strongly of the sea, and of the briny, grainy sand. Chacal approved-knowing it felt best to cleanse the smell of one-use men from the pelt and carry on. She would be extra vigilant the next few days, watchful for all the suitors who could potentially have followed her back- but she also had reason to suspect Mireille had found clever ways to give them the slip.

Chacal’s eyes turned slightly sad. It hurt, still, to try and say that all was well when Maman and Sobo were gone. But she mustered up a sad smile she knew her sister would understand, and nodded. Her expression became more sincere when she heard the sound of soft voices from within her den.

”Dese two be growin’” She said, proudly. ”It has been quiet, ot’er wise.” She said, the nuance in her voice subtle. ”But I am glad you are home, an’ safe, an…..?” She asked, with a cheeky pull to the corners of her lips.