Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

As she neared, she realized that the scent of their newest male recruit was mingled in her fur. Chacal smiled softly, glad that he was being put to work. Regardless of the care she had been given, she seemed wistful; she sighed, and looked to the sea.

Chacal drew alongside her and sat down.

The sea could bring nutrition, joy, soothe aches…But it also brought memories that caused her eyes to mist.

”’I ‘ave been meaning to come an’ ask ‘ow you are-
‘Ow you be feelin’, an’ if you like it ‘ere thus far?”