Dragoncrest Cliffs manmi

With the advent of autumn came the shortening of days, and Chacal felt herself begin to adjust for winter. Her coat had begun to come in, spurred on by the frost which had begun to bead even the bark of the sequoias in the morning. Up in their highest reaches, they glistened almost blue before the sun warmed them, and melted it away.

Another winter would come, and after it, another Spring- something to look forward to, she supposed, though the passage of time made her heart clench as well. Knowing that with each year there would be more who would not recall the faces of her mothers, only the stories told about them.

In the hallowed place, she found Coraline. It pained her to visit the area, in part because it was where so much blood had been spilled and the entire area brought memories of the horror back to the Tanzanite. It was not an appropriate burial-place, but there had been no other option. Chacal remembered the scent of the dried poisons that they had drenched their pelts with; they had both run into battle knowing that they would be buried wherever it was that they fell.

She was not sure if Coraline would accept her company while she grieved, so she lurked for a moment, wondering what, if anything, she could say to ease her sister's suffering.