Seaside Moors suddenly sallower than summer grass,

sound was not something she yet knew, and so the approach of her mother was felt only through the vibrations which rumbled in the earth beneath her. maman's sweet coos might've been comfort otherwise, but for now they were not known. but touch fueled her, and so when erzulie brushed her maw to solaire, the fireball hummed with sweet delight, soothed by the gentle touch. she rolled slightly, reaching upward with the smallest paws towards the muzzle of the cinnamon woman.