Dragoncrest Cliffs This place of loss

"You need to rest, Sobeille." 

But she had known with certainty that the call of a Sapphiquian was not something to be ignored given the current circumstances. With a final, sloppy kiss to each of the babes' foreheads, Yura had scampered after her friend until they approached the edge of a grove of trees that possessed flame-kissed leaves not unlike Firemother's own.

Even with Chacal's blessings, Yura still felt out of place. Each wolf here was family to one another, and it bothered her more than it should as she settled quietly near Sobeille, glancing at each girl's expression with a questioning look of her own. Something was wrong.