Dragoncrest Cliffs So much that is found between

Rosalyn shredded more of the feathers absently, her thoughts deeply turned inward rather than wandering the distant shore. She snapped to the present when she realized Mireille was standing beside her, dropping the bird on the sand.

She gave her daughter a warm look, but it was hard to dismiss what they all knew weighed on the pack. It isn't the same bird. But I thought, if I gave her something... She trailed into soft silence. Mireille would likely understand.

Rosalyn reached to brush her muzzle against the other's in a quick gesture of affection. She was a queen of the shores now and likely these things rested even more on her shoulders than she and Erzulie's. So new to it, and to supporting Chacal through the loss. How are you? She asked with the concern of a mother, though she was not sure if she would get the answer of a daughter or an Obsidian.