Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

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When her mother spoke, it was with clear words that had a pattern, a meaning, and with a tone that changed from word to word giving the sentence life. She could understand exactly what it was that her mother was telling her- that if she waited, the mouse would come to her. Chacal was perfectly capable of understanding communication in both languages, and hardly noticed when there was a switch between the two as her comprehension by now was pretty much complete. But why was it when she had spoken, her words had sounded like words- but they hadn't been what she'd intended to say. She could hear the difference between the words her mother had said, and the jumble of jargon that had come from her.

“S-s-sourielle,” She whispered, as her mother thumped the ground with her feet. Again, it hadn't been the word she'd intended. Close, but something had gone wrong and her lips and tongue had created something that sounded very much like it could be a word- but...It hadn't been the right one. Her disappointment made her balk slightly, but she squeaked in surprise when a small, mouse-grey creature scuttled suddenly from the den and straight between her paws. Instinctively, she snatched it, grabbing the creature with her jaws before she lost herself in a whirlwind of excitement and with a flick of her head, sent the crushed mouse flying off into the shrubs. It soared a good ten feet or more where it landed out of sight with a soft thump.

She was still a moment before she bounded off toward it, and found it within moments. She was hesitant to touch it again, though she'd killed it the moment she'd grabbed it with her jaws. She bounced around it excitedly. “Ma-ma-oo! Ee-ta moo-mmmmooss...Arrr bien-tôt makimm suh-suh-sourielle!” She exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and stamping her paw. That wasn't the right word. “Suh, suh....mm, mmmm, murr,” It wasn't there. The word for it wasn't there, though she was staring right at the creature. And she could hear her mother's voice saying it. For having had a successful hunt, she looked plenty disappointed in herself.