Dragoncrest Cliffs This Is the Only Way to Be

chacal had remained assured in her pregnancy. she was a daughter of sapphique and erzulie did not move to hover, only offering advice when asked and perhaps a little more food.
sobo had kept close to his older sister, and the obsidian visited the densite each day with a treat or encouraging word. soon enough the weight settled back toward chacal's hips, and erzulie felt it would be quite soon.
the young tanzanite did not call. her mother's appearance there for her labor was coincidental. the seawife heard the panting and her heart ached for chacal, for love and for the pain her child suffered. she sat outside the den, counting the breaths and sighs until she heard the most delicate little sounds emerging from the ground-hollow.
her eyes filled with happy tears.
she was a grandmother again, and val was home. she thought of him now as he and regin had been the first of her grandchildren.
erzulie cleared her throat. she ducked inside the den only her muzzle, to kiss chacal, to offer her a crooned word of praise, and then she looked over the little ones and wept silently. a girl and three boys.
sapphique stood tall.