Dragoncrest Cliffs city grown willow

it would be another fortnight, perhaps more, before the babes made their way into the world. but erzulie's careful pride was apparent in the new lushness of her golden body. she cut through the water and came up dripping upon the beachhead. daily forays into the salt were part of her regime, and she would have shaken out her fur and laid to nap there had not meerkat's voice rose.
in due time, the woman came to greet the girl. "meerkat," she said softly, assuming that once more, the young traveller was here upon the word of family. "phox came to us two weeks ago, searching for niamh." an ear flicked, mintglow eyes soft and questioning upon the girl, passing a maternal glance along the sinewy body.