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Struggling to keep her balance with her body curved in such an arc, Chacal stumbled slightly as she watched her own mother whirl in circles, until she was able to catch a hold of her own tail. This, to say the least, pleased Chacal beyond belief. She grinned, and uttered soft huffing noises (through the silken strands of her tark tail) and she beamed at her mother. She enjoyed it when they could play games where they imitated each other- either in pose, or in the sounds they made. It made Chacal feel seen, understood.

She leaned forward so that she could stumble sideways and directly toward her mother, hoping to wriggle her way into the tight donut-hole that had been created by Erzulie grabbing at her own tail. She was forced to let go of her own as she wiggled and squirmed her way around her mother's feet, dipping below her throat to try and snuggle herself into this new kind of hug where she could be embraced on all sides.