Dragoncrest Cliffs mesi

She crooked an ankle and set her chin upon it, leaning in to listen to the details shared in the quiet space between them. She was not surprised that her sister was so forward and able to attract an admirable gaggle of suitors; chasing off the ones she didn’t like, inviting others to spar. Her eyes gleamed as she took in her sisters words, mirroring her expressions.

Her features fell when Mireille mentioned the freshwater man- Arric. She was relieved to hear that Mireille had not chosen him too, but she lifted her head when she heard that they had fought. She reached out to lick her sister’s forehead. 

”I regret dat you ‘ad to chase ‘I’m off again-
Ugh! How I despise dat kind of men.” she said. She tilted her head, thoughtfully, when Mireille admitted that she wanted to find him. 

’’E did tell me where ‘is pack is,
I never considered to visit.” She admitted. 
”But if ‘e chose violence wid you in neutral lands,
We may need to see if we should make a stand.”

She would not invite Arric and whoever followed him to their doorstep. She felt already that he might have been unwelcome enough- but if he had incited a fight with Mireille in neutral territory, that was a problem. 

The rest of her suitors seemed to be more ideal. Chacal felt allured by the idea of having many lovers, though she wasn’t sure she was as capable of keeping her heart as guarded as she would need it to be. 

”Well- wid dat many men, I ‘ope it will be
Dat you will have many, many children, Chéri,”