Dragoncrest Cliffs grangou

these days, mireille felt as though she had moved beneath a leaden weight. her limbs were heavy, heart a millstone in her chest. the obsidian kept up her patrols, her hunting, her exchanges with those in her pack. she helped chacal where able and each day she visited the graves of sobo and erzulie, cleaning any debris from the edges, bringing kelp to loop and to dry.
today she went to visit @Wing, struck by the bear but not killed. mossbloom held the healing-bed of the beryl, and with her she took a gift of curlew caught in that same bay they had once shared smiles.
the obsidian said no words, only set the bird down and settled close with a skimming of her green eyes over the other.