Seaside Moors Light

chacal, baby chacal. erzulie did not know how she had fallen into such circles of contemplation. "vini avèk mwen," she muttered in the sweetwater rhythm of the tongue her mother had taught. 
lifting the tiny pampered babe and her myriad expressions, erzulie ducked from the den into the sunlight, open and expansive upon the flat moors. the clearing outside was hard-packed dirt with traces of sand from the seawolves' forays to the beach. there she set chacal, positioning herself to be half-curved round the babe as she blinked toward the hot wide orb and closed her eyes a moment.