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Though the woman's face was disfigured, she could see gratefulness in the dull gleam of one tired eye The offering of food was accepted as one might take in an heirloom- clutched to her chest. Chacal smiled faintly and sat down, hoping the woman might feel well enough for a bit of company, even though she was disoriented and surrounded by strangers. 

"You be in de lands claimed by Sapphique,
We be situated on de coastline, far from mountain peaks." 

She did not know what Lilitu's frame of reference would be, or where she'd come from. Perhaps the pack's name might stir some form of recognition; she watched for a reaction with calm eyes. She felt Sapphique was a fortress, and had few (if any) real enemies. They could take in a stranger without worrying that she bled havoc in her wake. Few would rise to challenge a pack so strongly rooted in the sandy earth. 

"I am Chacal Dahomey-Rivaini, an' I be a leader here.
Do you remember your name, my dear?" She asked.