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

when chani blinked herself to awareness again, baby noé watched her and little fabienne burbled in displeasure. the young woman laughed in spite of herself, sitting up to rub sleep from her eyes.
a grunt of annoyance sounded when chani found that she had brought the ocean back into the den — again. "mwen regrèt, ti wòch mwen yo," moving them to a gentler area and disappearing to shake fur more thoroughly.
returning with moss, she pulled the children against her much warmer belly, tucked the soft green around their hinds and her own chest, and lay back once more.
sleep pulled, but chani was thinking of her mother.