Dragoncrest Cliffs alone on the cliffs

With her own brood growing, and becoming less dependent on her being around all the time, Chacal was able to roam a bit more- hunting for meat to bring them to begin the weaning process. She had an extra mouth to feed now, and had to make sure she ate enough for him, as well.

So when Suzu’s cry came from the borders, she was not far, but she frowned softly. She had assumed such a thing might happen, and that she might end up mothering yet another orphaned child.

The first had smelled vaguely of a wolf she’d met once- so too did this one, who was seemingly a bit more independent, and bold, holding Suzu at bay. 

Chacal approached calmly, knowing the sight of her swollen belly might likely appeal to the youngster who was obviously starved for food.