Dragoncrest Cliffs ti gason pèdi

his mother's forgiveness was a balm to the depths of his wounded spirit. he still felt as if he didn't deserve it—not entirely—but he would accept the gesture nonetheless. 

her news had lafayette taking a few springing steps back, eyes widening with surprise and delight.

manman! congratulations! the ruddy wolf cried out, grinning. new sisters an' bro'hers. . . his voice trailed off happily, imagining the day in which he'd finally get to meet them all. 

how many? he wondered. his own set had numbered four; chacal's litter had been robust, too.

but his joy slowly faded as he remembered the man who had followed mireille's scent and demanded an audience. had she been briefed? his expression faltered, verdant eyes turbulent.

manman, a man came here lookin' for you, lafayette said gravely. he was followin' your scent. i told 'im to go 'way, but he got angry. frè tousaint an' pepper helped me fight 'im off, t'ough.