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When she reached the tunnel, she could scent that Mireille had fled through already, and she was grateful her sister had been swifter than she to reach the beach. She could only hope that by the time she reached the sands that Suzu had been able to hear her, and fight the riptide. She'd told her children what to do- but she also knew that Suzu was neither an active wolf nor a fit one. If Suzu could not fight the current, then both she and whichever child had been with her would be lost. 

She squinted her eyes against the light as she galloped out of the tunnel and onto the beach, ears flattened and muzzle agape as she sucked in breath after breath of air. Mireille had a child, wriggling and alive, beneath her wing. Astera looked sorely ashamed and woebegone and Suzu was on her back on the sand but even from afar, Chacal could tell she was breathing. 

Sobeille was the child that Suzu had been carrying, but why? Suzu looked exhausted- an act of heroism, sure, but why had it been necessary? She looked to Mireille, knowing her sister had just experienced the first, enfuriating bout of terror that came as a cost to motherhood. She reached to reassure Mireille, breathing hard still, before she turned to her overturned, soaked daughter.

Surely she knew better- but Chacal wasn't above leaping to conclusions.

"Berceuse, catch your breat' an' say-
what 'as 'appened here today.
You know what riptides be!
It is so easy to see-
Why, Suzu, why?"

She asked, exhasperated. Had she simply not taught her children enough? She would not have her children be so foolish, if it meant that their judgement might endanger the lives of their younger cousins.