Dragoncrest Cliffs Je veux

The afternoon sun had begun to lose its intensity when Chacal left Lafayette near the tidepools, following a lesson in flushing crabs from their hiding spots using a piece of driftwood. The boy seemed to have an interest in fishing, something she was keen to nurture in all the children of Sapphique. She decided she would take Roux and Cheri the next time low tide came around- and Jean-Heron and Elosie another day. Too many youth waving sticks around at crabs would not be a good idea, so she decided she would teach them in smaller groups.

She remained wordless, relying on her own ability to communicate with gestures, expressions, and soft murmurings of approval. Melodies she could still spin without hesitation but words came broken, tumbling and as senseless as the roll of stones beneath the waves.

She did her best to maintain a positive attitude for her children, but she found herself struggling to find the motivation to patrol the borders. If a new wolf came, and learned that she could not speak, she might represent the pack poorly. Her mothers, her sister, her brothers- they had all put in too much effort building up the reputation that Sapphique had. She would not be the one to ruin it.

And so she went to a small inlet where the waters were calm, and lapped gently against the shore. She waded in and amongst the drifting kelp she allowed herself to bob and buoy, hoping the water would sip at her restless thoughts and relieve her of her doubts.