Dragoncrest Cliffs If you're going to run then you better run fast

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with chacal, mireille watched over their mother. one would stay with her for a time, the other would go to bring food. her fur was combed and her bed refreshed.
the obsidian watched the day change to night and cried quiet tears outside the den for both her mothers, for her sister, for them all. like a child she would at last creep to rosalyn's flank, tearstained and ready to find sleep in the presence of her mother.