Dragoncrest Cliffs angel

Mireille's children.
Coraline had taken to sitting beneath the curve of the crags that line the bay; reacquainting herself, making her scent known again. Sapphique welcomed her home with bright grins and open arms, and already she had spoken with some of them — Chacal, too, had little ones! And her heart swelled at how her family had grown, how the next generation of seababes had landed and taken the cliffs for themselves.
It made her wonder if she would ever become a mother herself.
But currently, her concern was with the haughty bob of russet and silversmoke; her niece; that was trying to eat the seawater. Fè atansyon, she barks, de waves are going to eat you.