Ravensblood Forest yon lanmè nwa

In the days following the surrender, Chacal had been forced to stay very still, paranoid that any sudden movement might open the wound, and cause her to bleed out. With every day that passed, she wondered if she should simply let it happen- but the movement of life within her reminded her that the decision wouldn't only end her life, but theirs, too.

She was attuned to her sister's plight as well. They had both birthed before, and had seen many births aside from their own. Still, neither had access to their usual resources and support. The stress of being held captive had no doubt worsened their condition, but even still, when Mireille spoke, Chacal sensed that she was in worse shape than what she let on.

She carefully followed her sister, aware that they were being followed. When he spoke, he was met with a flash of teeth, regardless of the softness of his tone. She felt the scabbing skin pull tight at her throat, but uttered a rumbling growl regardless of the fact that it caused a small, dark gleam of blood to emerge, glistening like a ruby.

Even if Mireille had not expressed her concern, he would not have been welcomed.

She turned to her sister, knowing their shared tongue might be the only way they could communicate without the stranger catching on. She kissed her sister's forehead tenderly, and placed herself at Mireille's side, before casting another glare toward the male, hoping he would catch the hint, and move away.