Blackfeather Woods rosemary

"i help you," Tahani repeated, more firmly, tears coming to her eyes at Ocra's distress. she let them flow, knowing that the mother would not see them, nor know of their existence, as long as she kept the sobs from her voice. "she. . .need you. her mother." she drew her tongue along the soft fur on Currituck's head, the salty droplets falling from the bridge of her nose to darken the downy pelt.

"i help you, Ocra. we all help." it took a village to raise a child, and a village would most certainly raise this one. . .but Ocracoke wasn't getting out of the situation so easily. Tahani knew that Currituck--and the others, the dead ones--had been forced upon the woman, but that didn't mean she could just abandon them--

right?