Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

just like that, it was over.
svalinn was accepted, along with the offer of his daughters' presence in sapphique. it was the last part which made her relax as chacal spoke.
she glanced at jorunn, then back toward the man. inside herself, mireille felt the same odd sensation shared by her sister, though she had no words to put to the discomfort which soon passed.
chacal's melodic words dispelled the rest. she moved instinctively to support her pregnant sibling and co-leader. "all right." 
not soft. not without some measure of wariness. but svalinn would find only a somber young wolf in mireille now, watchful as her fire ebbed.