Seaside Moors a daunted heart still rose in hue

chacal was quick to seek out her mealtime, and erzulie settled onto her side with half-closed gaze, blinking in the warmth. a third daughter; three potential matriarchs for this pack. yes, she thought of it now. nieve and reyes at its helm, scarab and marisol their seconds. reticent clementine as the counsel. and now, the elegant solaire and eager arcelia. where might chacal fit one day?
a thump of her tail as raleska's daughter crept closer, and the harlot watched the older child with an affection she had not yet known until this moment. she had yet to know the attitude of the feral little pair, but by all ways she meant to know them, to carve out a place for caiaphas' grandchildren in the hierarchy of the future.
"mwen grann ou," the jezebel whispered down to the sudden hardline of the girl's glare. a grin; erzulie beckoned the babe closer, to lie higher up along her chest from where chacal fed.