Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

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Like a fish, Chacal wriggled and flailed in her mother's clutch until she practically burst free and stumbled away, breathy gasps like an airy chuckle spilling from her muzzle as she did so. Little, tiny traces of vibrations were coaxed from her vocal chords, though the sounds were short and unexpected, and disappeared as suddenly as they'd come. She seemed almost unaware completely that she'd made any noise at all, and carried on, bounding and leaping, without having paid any attentio whatsoever to her recent accomplishment.

She became distracted, however, when she caught the scent of something on the air, and lowered her muzzle to investigate, though the creature- a mouse- had been so small it left no visible footprints behind. She huffed, swiping her tongue over her nose and lips to wet them, and began to stray away from her mother, head down and tailtip swaying in the air like a little flag, signalling that she was hot on the trail of something.