Dragoncrest Cliffs Toujours

Her first meeting since her return, and in it Coraline rejoiced — a well distraction from the onslaught of grief. Proudly the seawoman emerges from the tunnel, gracing the white sand; tail a waving ribbon of cinnamon-honey. An outward smile to her sisters; new faces, young and old.
Chacal has filled out with age into an effervescent young woman, mature and tall and now roja; and despite the warmth that blossoms as she gazes upon the seabrine huntress in her newfound position, the pang of hurt at her mothers' absence holds firm.
But surely they are proud; surely, they chose this, even if she was not here— not here. She had missed so much.
But she was here now. Here to heed the call of the sea; here to watch as the bodies swarm upon the coast, and here to be one with her family again.