Dragoncrest Cliffs again love, the limb-loosener, rattles me

This was an important day in Sapphique, yet all Meerkat could do was sit in the back and try not to be reminded of her wedding day. She was too busy fighting tears—the painful gob in her throat felt like it might choke her—to focus on what was being said.

When Erzulie’s celebratory howl resonated, Meerkat swallowed thickly and raised her muzzle, though she could only produce a wretched whisper. She cleared her throat and tried again, lending a decidedly low and wavering note to the song.