Seaside Moors Broken Lungs

She felt the fur along her nape prickle, but not in fear- simply a response to the feeling that she was being watched. When she tilted her head back, nearly rolling backward a bit on her round bottom, she found herself gazing up into the scarred features of the one who made her smile instantly, every time. She pursed her lips, as though to utter a soft woo of appreciation in response, but made no sound. But the gentle wriggling of her tassled tail would be obvious enough. She felt silly, being caught out on her own- but glad to have her mother's company as well. 

Rosalyn gazed out toward the horizon where the stars, twinking, began to fade, and Chacal continued to gaze toward the horizon with keen interest. It would not be long, now, until the birds took to the skies, to hang about on the bouyant saline breeze with their wings held out like parasails.