Dragoncrest Cliffs Capture the Conch

time passed. mireille felt unchanged, save for a near constant urge to relieve herself, which proved quite annoying. stuffing down a bitter pawful of dried kelp, the type maman had said was good for such ailments, she joined chacal and lifted her voice melodically.
the pack gathered swiftly, and she went around, greeting them all with soft words and licks of her tongue to muzzle or ear or forehead. mireille did not forget her mother, retiring for a moment to groom tangles from rosalyn's coat before she rejoined her sister.
only a single sideways flicker of her emerald eyes suggested that she looked for val.