Coconut Grove the black earth

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"not often," erzulie shook her head. "dey come into dey bayou once an' a while, but to hunt de t'ings in the water." not wolves. she remembered the feel of warm sand beneath her paws in a girlhood memory: her eyes had stared wide and mouth gaped open, watching as one of the reticent tawny cats hauled off a young crocodile, its reptillian body still thrashing between the forelegs of the panther.
"jus' enough to know dey be dangerous." the cat who had invaded the sound; it forced her to think of caiaphas, and she did not like that. erzulie tipped up her muzzle, surveying the canopy, but seeing nothing. "better den bears, aye?"