Dragoncrest Cliffs The Bends

While it brought her joy to see the signs that she would bear children again in the summer, when the voice of her eldest daughter caused tears of elation to spring to her eyes. She bounded toward the borders, puzzled that her daughter felt the need to announce her return, worrying that perhaps she would be coming back to them wounded or sick, as had happened before.

The world was full of cruel wolves- she had sensed that something had to have been wrong for Suzu (the epitome of a home body) to have taken so long to come home.

She looked well enough- dishevelled and tired, and if she wasn’t fooled, more lean than she’d ever been. Mireille pulled tangles free from her fur and Chacal moved in to circle her daughter- appraising her for any sign of physical harm before she snapped her gaze to her daughter’s, in time to hear her response.