Ravensblood Forest yon lanmè nwa

seething emerald conveyed what tight mouth could not. dragonfire flaring of nostrils bid to muted snorts came next. chacal's blood-scent in the dark frenzied her with rage and fear.
contortions hurtled after; she clung to the shadow of her looming sister, breathing out and refusing to let these hapless pirates hear a single note of her pain.
"mwen te di pitit fi ou a kouri lè ti bebe yo vini," mireille murmured, avoiding any mention of chani's name.
she cried out then, as much to terrify the boy into action as to voice her own anguish, though her screams would echo through forest and cove.
@Séraphine, first child born elsewhere in generations, and mireille wept bitter tears over this, shaking as new pains demanded a higher level of volume.
small pale pup, placed to her breast.
chani must escape. she must get away.