Dragoncrest Cliffs make sure you tell em both

Rosalyn wasn’t sure she could answer that. She knew how she would feel, but not how the others would take it. It was hard to imagine, and harder still with the way thoughts seemed to slip past sometimes before she could catch hold.

That’d be a question for your sisters. Or Sobo. Though she doubted their son would know much better, if he wasn’t kept close enough to Chacal and Mireille to assume.

I don’t think it would be a bad thing. Sapphique is strong, but it has its Captains. Your maman and I have always wanted you to find something you wanted, and we’ll always hope that it can be found closer than further away. Rosalyn gave him an affectionate, reassuring nip.

You might even find some willing to help. A crew would grow, in time, but you should start with some you trust. He was close to Meerkat’s children, and they would likely find no future here in a pack driven by her own, and now Chacal and Mireille’s, blood. Whatever Quennel created would be less than what was here, she imagined, but that would not make it worse. She remembered the ghost of her own Captaincy, the rough and small crew they had been. None of their faces nor names came to her but they had been her family, and she would be pleased if her son found a part of that fulfillment.