Dragoncrest Cliffs declaration in stone

Mireille’s infant children brought smiles to her face every day, especially when her own tossed and turned within her, sprightly and healthy. She weathered the nausea, and had found that as the days passed, it began to subside. In its place came a more frequent need to urinate, and lower back pain- all symptoms she knew well, and welcomed as signs that everything was going as planned.

Perhaps the biggest change she saw was in Svalinn, who moved with a more pronounced dedication and vigour now that he had children on the way. Chacal debated with herself- fearful of the slight chance that he might become too proud, and that their traditional ways might be challenged; her fidelity to her sister and the pack their mothers had established was strong. She simply hoped she would not have to make any tough choices.

Thus far though, his brightened attitude left her with no concerns. She tilted her head as she reached first for the sea food- and then after a slight wave of nausea, reached for the other meal instead. ”T’ank you for de hare- now; what news ‘ave you to share?” She invited, keen to know what good tidings he brought.