Dragoncrest Cliffs we are still trained killers

sapphique was suddenly — quieter.
with the young girls gone on excursion, and val accompanying suzu and thibault on assignment to see what was happening around etienne, the seacoast pack was almost watchful, as if waiting for the return of others.
leaving the children in the care of a watchful arm, mireille joined cayetano upon the beachfront, frowning at the rawboned child straggled with seawater and strictured by starvation.
there was no discussion of it; "come," the obsidian murmured to them both, hovering to the girl's other side as motherly cleansings began to comb salt and debris from the wringing-wet fur. "we will take her to de roja den."