The Tangle She says the joys of life are lost among the living
Sapphique
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A soft rainfall made the budding leaves of the tangle patter quietly. Given a day or two more of sunshine following the rain, Chacal supposed that the brush might once again burst into verdant life. Green was replacing the dull greys of winter and the rain washed away the dust of the past year. Things were becoming new again, and Chacal herself couldn’t help but feel renewed as well.

Sure, the tangle lay at the borders of her pack- and straying from the borders and into the wild just beyond could be forgivable, in times of peace such as this. She could be excused for a day trip- gone and back without cause for concern.

And so, filled to the brim with hope and anticipation she roved through the labyrinth of budding bushes, East, toward where her heart drove her.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.