Dragoncrest Cliffs salt singing

A good man?
He had been. He had been a good man.
She nodded, her gaze falling though it would be impossible to tell that it was because of her reservations, and not just true grief. She looked back up to Chani appreciatively, and nodded again, lifting a paw to trace her daughter’s jawline with her knuckles, gently, and force a weak smile to her face.

She touched that paw to her belly then, where she rubbed the dark fur in a gentle circle. Sapphique would thrive- and Chani would have more little siblings, more little nieces and nephews as well.

She spoke of Sobeille, and she gave her daughter a wistful shake of her head that lasted just long enough to answer one question only. She considered her daughter’s proposition, and knew there was no denying her request. But she would have one requirement.

She nodded, but then carefully placed her paw on top of her daughter’s, and pressed it lightly into the earth.

Please, come back home afterwards.