Dragoncrest Cliffs kveld

Tikal did not ring a bell, and whatever legacy it had had, it had fallen short  before becoming news to the wolves of Sapphique. Maleah seemed capable of shrugging the loss off, and Chacal had to wonder how close-knit the pack had been, to be so easily abandoned. Perhaps Mazikeen was simply hiding how she truly felt about the pack disbanding, so that she might seem employable to the next pack she found. Whatever her case was, Chacal found herself believing that the petite woman might easily make herself a home in Sapphique. 

Perhaps the stability would be good for her. She seemed to long for something that would be meaningful, something that might last. Skilled as she may be, she was also humble enough to admit that she could, and would, learn more. Chacal was encouraged. 

"it is what it is, though it is still a shame,
An' I am sorry for your loss all de same." 
She searched the woman's expression for any signs of grief. She might need more monitoring if she was covering up how much the pack had meant to her. Grief was a frequent visitor to the cliffs, and as unwelcome as it was, it was accepted nonetheless. 
"My sister an' I lead de pack here,
an' 'ave done so now for many a year.
Like our mot'ers before us, we guard our home,
an' nurture our family dat grows like seafoam.
We accept dose who wander, who search for peace,
an' initiate dem into our family."
She explained, with a faint smile.