Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

mireille kept herself from openly gaping at chacal as her sister spoke of a story she had never heard before.
it seemed that the man was not lying, and then it seemed as if he had. her emerald eyes moved between the tanzanite and the wolf who was a stranger, but not. 
his denial, however, immediately switched the obsidian's tail into an audible slash through the air. "you want to join de pack but you want to sit in de soun.' you be related to us somehow but you say someone else be needin' to do de tellin'."
mireille was unimpressed, but his hesitance did stay the majority of her ire. she would have liked him to be sent away at once, but wanted also to hear her sister's opinion of what she was rapidly regarding as a mess. had svalinn even intended to join? mireille waited for the conversation to move on.