Turtle Island She's just a girl and she's on fire

chani had been hunting.
she hated to leave them, and scoured the island over and over for any sign of predators that might haunt her den. but there were not so much as rats. cut completely off from the mainland, unable to be seen from the coast, chani and her children were utterly alone.
among the little ones she dropped now, heavily; she was damp with seawater and her mouth smelled of the urchin eggs she had devoured up and down a golden little beach studded with high boulders.
another day, she would name it. for now, chani only slept, pulling the babes closer as her eyelids shut.