Dragoncrest Cliffs Polished

Found sisterhood seemed to thrum between the three women, this cluster of seawolves Maleah had happened across now solidifying themselves into her life.
The warm kiss of Mireille graces one cheek while the cold press of Chacal's nose meets the other, and Maleah's head dips to accept both in wordless appreciation. Both forepaws reach for one belonging to each; family, now, the gesture says. Sapphique chose her; the sea chose her, and now she chose it just as well in all its fire and fury and organized chaos, its cool-toned might and loving, strong arms.
She hoped that the lost family of these cliffs, those she had never met, looked upon her with their own acceptance.