Dragoncrest Cliffs kveld

Routine kept Chacal bouyant, in light of the grief that tugged at her heels, threatening occasionally to pull her into smothering depths. Sometimes, she succumbed in the dark, when the children were asleep and she thought of her lost loved ones; but it was in the happy voices of her children, of her nieces and nephews, and in the growing community of wolves who still called Dragoncrest Cliffs their home, she found reason to tread water and continue. 

She found swimming refreshing, a place where her body could be worked to distract her from her thoughts, toughening her physically and helping her deal with morning stiffness. She shook the water from her pelt when she emerged from the surf, and began to tread along the boundaries that led up from the sea's edge, toward where the cliffs began. 

It was in the Greatpine Wildwood that she spotted the lone wolf, small and dark. A teenager she thought, at first- until she recognized the subtle hints of maturity in the woman's build. Chacal pricked her ears as she advanced, a light sway to her tail as she studied the figure before her. 

"You 'ave reached de borders of Sapphique;
what is it you have come to seek?"