Dragoncrest Cliffs bloodmother

mireille was pleased when chacal approached, tousaint in tow. she offered her son a little returned brush and then set her attention on heph once more. the emerald eyes softened in shared anguish as the moontide woman described the death of a daughter.
"you will take some food home wid you," she decided swiftly and affectionately, stepping forward to offer heph a gentle touch if she so wished. "it be a hard thing to lose someone so beloved, an' we see your grief."
she offered a small smile in that pause. "i myself have not heard of dis hljodrfell," and it was a credit she scarcely stumbled over the name, "though perhaps my sisters have," mireille went on, looking to coraline and to chacal. "what sort of wolves do they be?"
her eyes moved toward the silent whitefurred man once, but it was the end of her attention for him.