Seaside Moors there, silhouetted under an eastern star

she closed her eyes, pretending to let all the air out of her lungs. and then she opened an eye, raising her own paw with a grin. "good work, solaire," the harlot murmured in common, leaning forward to kiss the sungold cheeks. "avez-vous faim? bien sûr, vous êtes," she laughed, rolling to her paws and gesturing to the remains of the mouse. "dat, or i can find you somet'ing else."
whatever was decided, the mother and child remained in their hunting spirits until sunlight began to fade toward the sea.