Dragoncrest Cliffs sunbeam of the meadow

”Not so far, little one,” Came Chacal’s singsong voice. 

Her brood had grown to include the two stray children, left behind by their mother in the sands only to find a new home not far away. Ironic, she thought, that she had turned their mother away months ago, only to take in her children. It merely reinforced her decision; and she felt certain now that Sapphique had not missed an opportunity when the woman had been chased away. 

She hoped the children might turn out better- and while the boy was sweet and polite, the girl was brazen and brave. An ideal situation, she thought, wanting to foster a sense of pride and confidence within the female youth. 

”Dere be predators out, circling de sun,” She warned, tilting her muzzle toward the sky. The children were likely too large now to be picked up by an eagle, but she wouldn’t take that chance again.

She tapped her paw against the ground, expecting the bold child to yield to her bud, and cut her wandering short. 

The meadow was a safe haven for the children- but even there, Chacal did not want them to roam out of her eyesight.