Ravensblood Forest salt waiting

She reached for her daughter, only to clutch her to her chest with curling claws as a sickening voice addressed them, uninvited.

It was the man who had held her daughter down.

The closer he came, the more Chacal’s fangs were revealed, and the darker her warning growl became. She released one limb from where it clutched Chani, slamming it down on the dried fish and with a movement deft but purposeful, she dragged it and snuck it beneath her daughter’s growing belly.

The tone of his voice changed when he spoke to Chani, who actually dignified the question with a response. Chacal lowered her growl to allow her daughter’s voice to carry, flicking her tongue over her teeth to keep them wet.

She, too, was keen to know when all three expecting mothers might be given a more comfortable place to whelp.