Dragoncrest Cliffs The Sibelius
Sapphique
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All Welcome 
Spring had treated Dragoncrest Cliffs well. Eight children now thrived, and those who had been children the year before were now adults. It felt almost impossible for Chacal to believe that she was the mother of both toddlers and ones who could fulfill their roles as adults within the pack- but as her mothers had done before her, she was well on her way to continuing the growth and the prosperity of the pack. 

There was another who deserved recognition, and after speaking with @Mirelle, it was decided that @Raelle had come to the point of deserving her promotion- and full integration into the pack. With three oysters gathered from below the ocean's surf, Chacal waited on the cliffs, and called out for the yearling to attend her. 

The time had come for Raelle's pearl ceremony- and given their period of mourning and the recent disappearance of Etienne and arrival of new children, the ceremony would be kept private, though it felt exciting for Chacal to have a new initiate.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.
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Rae was hunting when the call came, and it caught her at a very unfortunate moment. She startled, and her lunge fell short. The yearling felt a brief pressure at the place where her neck met her chest, a distinct ripping sensation, but no pain. At least for a moment.
Then her prey was gone and it was all blood and a fierce sting over a deep ache. Too much blood, Rae realized immediately, but she felt oddly numb to the horror of it. She shot a glance down at her chest, red fur darkening rapidly as it soaked through, and went to meet Chacal. She was still in shock when she got there, a little unsteady on her paws. Blood trailed in her wake.
I think I fucked up, She commented in a daze. What's that?
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The girl was feeble and bloodstained when she showed. Immediately forgotten were the oysters, which would cling to their pearls for some time longer, abandoned for the sake of treating the newest initiate. Her rank would stand, regardless of the fact that her celebration would be delayed. 

She sighed, heavily and strode forward to investigate the wounds and press a reassuring kiss to the girl’s brow. Even without her pearl, she was family- and would receive the same amount of care. 

”Come wid me. We will heal you near de sea,” 

She would watch Raelle for signs of weakness, summon her packmates for assistance, and tend to her wounds to the best of her abilities.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.