Dragoncrest Cliffs tanpèt lannwit

The boy shivered as he stood among his sisters and cousins. Though not from the frosted sand underfoot or the frigid air raking his well-groomed pelt.

This night would be like no other. And he was the youngest in attendance.

Because Chacal could not, Chani had explained it to Jean-Heron. His jaws clenched in anticipation, his thoughts running wild with conspiracy and uncertainty. His luck with the ocean had been subpar to say the least. He feared it would only take more from him, even now.

Chani’s whisper settled him somewhat, but anxious eyes remained set upon Mireille in a silent plea for her to cancel this night for a time when he felt more ready.