Shadewood The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy

It was the simplest gesture but one which made her sister pause and freeze, like a greyish statue as she heard the hushed whisper of the ocean. Chacal stood as still as she could in that moment, hoping that she might understand what it was Chacal intended for her to hear- and the smile that grew upon her lips was a welcome gift. Once acknowledged, Chacal's tail began to wave quickly from side to side but like the willing, eager-to-please sister she was, she forced herself to sit her wriggling haunches down so that she could remain by her sister's side, holding the conch up to her ear so she could hear the hush and flow of the waves from within the small shell as long as she wanted.