Blackbeak Bluff prayer circle

mireille looked beyond him toward the island. her gut was swarmed with the dark feeling of panic she had felt after being brought to blackwater.
"yes. i live back dat way, along de cliffs in a place called sapphique." it was her turn to motion, which she did with a proud sweep of her muzzle.
her green gaze was on him again. "what is your pack like? my mot'ers — well, one of dem — an' my older sister are leaders in my home."