Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

many things had been explained to chani. an educated girl of the seacoasts, she was informed as to the nature of her own body and what it might do. and blindly she had not gone into the world or been expecting at all to seek a man, yet it had occurred and she had come home newly made and waiting for something quite vague.
yet there were many sensations not yet innate, and it would be a long while before chani felt the first stirrings of any change. she was only rejuvenated, pleased, proud, and ready to be home for a good long while. lafayette was back; tousaint had returned. the grief of val's death was dispersed in a tiny way by the arrival of family.
rounding the borders, beigelight ears flicked in uncertainty. a woman cried out upon the wind, and her instinctintual answer to such a voice sped her on through the snow which patched the sea grass. a man, she said, and though that scent should have stirred more wariness in chani, she extended a paw to the stranger at once. "come here. dey not be darin' to cross over into more teeth," and her smile held a genuine glowing as she encouraged the woman move quickly to her side.
dirty and hurt, the sight of her spurred the proud seawolf to anger. "how long ago? more den one, cher?" she inquired, lifting her head to glance around for chacal or mireille.