Dragoncrest Cliffs dwa nesans

Bound to her sister through years of dedication, joy, and strife, Chacal recognized the signs of labour not only from her own experience, but from their sisterhood. Mireille roamed from one den to the other, and Chacal willingly attended her at every step when the fiery mother-to-be cast her a needful glance. When she turned to pace without a backward glance, Chacal allowed her to go- knowing she was seeking comfort as well from their mother. 

When she saw worry crease Mireille's brow she soothed it with kisses. When contractions stilled her breath, Chacal breathed through them with long, deep breaths. If she could have willed oxygen to be shared between the two of them, she would have. She would have taken on the burden of pain as well, regardless of having experienced it not so long ago herself. 

When the time drew nearer she responded to her sister's call and moved urgently toward the beginnings of the Tangle. She left her youngest brood in Suzu's care, though the children were all mobile enough that they could slip past their sluggish guard with ease. She waited in the small hollow, upon a bed of moss outside the great, empty trunk. She heard the gasping of breath, and the rustling of movement. The sounds of strain were registered, and soft utterings and songs of encouragement were given in return. 

To their Maman and Sobo, looming near them now with the sizzle of warm air, she offered prayers. 

The cry of relief was echoed by a coo of admiration from Chacal, who bathed her sister's brow in kisses. A little daughter- her first! She rejoiced for a moment, before tears stung her eyes. She sniffled and inhaled deeply as her cheek fur soaked up the first few tears to fall. Sobo would live on, his name offered once again to a child of Sapphique. 

The second to come was another girl- and named in a manner that reminded her of the name she herself had been given. She couldn't be sure if it was intended- but she smiled and looked upon the child fondly as she was nuzzled in next to her sister. 

When Mireille's contractions started again, Chacal became a bit restless. Three children! She could hardly contain her joy- and it did not falter to see that the third born child was a boy. Chacal was proud to see the cinnamon hues of her sister had been carried on in him, and in the moments of rest, she thought perhaps that her sister would be the mother of three- until her breaths grew short again. Not long after, a fourth- another boy- came into the world, and was snuggled in alongside his siblings. 

She pressed her muzzle to her sister's cheek, chuckling softly at the thought of another brood of four children. Many to watch over, to raise and to teach- but more to grow their legacy with. She whispered sweet praises into her sister's ear, before she moved back, to allow her space, and to leave her in the company of others while she went off in search of a meal for the pack's newest mother.