Dragoncrest Cliffs I bit her real good

Chacal hummed softly, to endure the light cramping of muscles from deep inside her gut. Children moving, pressing against the boundaries of the womb in which they grew. It saddened her to think that this was the manner of all children, even after they had been born; they always seemed to want for more.

Just wait until you’re born, she thought. Presently, the children were the only ones she could speak to clearly, if only through thoughts. And then a year. Stay wid me for a year before you go off to roam, at least.

When the pain subsided, she scouted out Mireille’s scent, only to realize once she caught sight of her sister that she was speaking with Pepper. As casually as she could, she meandered to her sister’s side, making sure to give Pepper a curious, inviting look so he would know she did not intend to steal her sister away.