Dragoncrest Cliffs void

she lingered at the edge of the pack's borders, remembering.

sapphique.

and the listener had come to tell them that blackwater was no more; that basilica had risen instead. she would spread the word of her dreadhusband's claim, as asked of her.

she called for the presence of leadership, unaware that @Mireille and @Sobo were now the head of the pack; unaware entirely of @Chacal.

A howl he didn't recognize came along the air for the leaders of the pack lands. He was no leader, but this was his home, and so with a loping gait, he headed for the borders. The thin thing that met him, made his heart feel sad. He wondered if she was always so thin. She almost looked sickly, but he bowed his head.

W'at brings you to de borders of Sapp'ique?

Then he waited, masked face watching and waiting. Gloved paws, gentle against the sandy ground. There was much to be learned from border patrol.

mireille knew this face, knew this voice.
the seaside was cold. her red fur was thick and proud. she bundled close to eti, nudging him but not babying the boy who stood as guardian over sapphique.
"you are back!" her voice was bright. her eyes were curious. "i have not heard any'ting of blackwater for a while."