Dragoncrest Cliffs The Devilll for my Hurt

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mireille came in the grim gloom with their mother, running at erzulie's heels. at first she was panting and could not hear; not until her sister's voice roughened and the harshness of the moment dawned on her.
requiem, gone.
she wanted to scream. she wanted to cry out. anger filled her; hate for the eagle burned in her throat. "maman. you stay wid chacal. keep mot'er wid you if she comes." her voice was shaking; she took a breath to steady it.
"i an'jorunn, we goin' down t'ere." meerkat, she hoped, would sit with the remaining of her sister's children, in reassurance.
if the eagle had dropped the poor pup, she did not want chacal to see it first.
mireille nudged chacal's shoulder with a low breath and turned away, finding a narrow path that cut across the cliff-face.