Dragoncrest Cliffs silver grave

"jorunn an' chacal, i t'ink. an' i —" and here mireille's true youth showed, her composure faltering with a bit of fear and a good deal of embarrassment. had she been able to wring her paws, she might have right then. instead she tightened her claws in the soil.
"i havenae decided," mireille said with more steadiness, njord's accent sparking along her words. "but i t'ink de one to speak to is chacal." she was not too proud to defer to her elder sister, not in this. 
not in something she understood mechanically but not in full.