Dragoncrest Cliffs silver grave

oh. oh. the weightiness of the meeting dawned quickly over mireille. she glanced between the two of them with a swift blink. 
in a flash analysis, mireille found she had no qualms about new siblings. "you will have my support," she said with a look of pride, and then thoughtfulness. "an' i do not t'ink chacal has de same — has feelings about it, you know?" she young woman tried for a sense of reassurance.
and then the emerald eyes grew solemn.
"no one can speak for my mot'ers or sobo," she said, moving directly to the points of contention she had identified. "but any children born to t'ese shores will have de love of de pack. i cannot see dat sentiment changin' i won't let it."
mireille's smile was apologetic. she was not sure what they wanted to hear, but she spoke directly.