Seaside Moors and when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin

all the children roamed freely, save for little @Chacal. it would only be a smattering of weeks before she too loped after the others; erzulie was content to dote upon the youngest daughter. however, the demands for food had increased with the greater activity of the first four, and so she found herself busied with their growing needs as well.
she had come up to take her round at the densite, intending that her wife go off for a respite and a hunt of her own. a fish hung from her jaws, weak curlings of its body thrashing against the stone temple of her teeth. however, the gasping thing was summarily dropped to earth as valravn's cries split the air.
spice-lashed ears swept forward in concern; the dark boy approached the densite, no less troubled, and saw at once what had him in such a state. the tiny pincers of a crab latched about his nose; she whined in sympathy, though amusement that this rite of passage seemed to be only for those who lived so close to the sea. "it is all right, sweet t'ing," she crooned, approaching to soothe him with a lick. "we go back to de water, an' he will let go." he had run all this way, but killing it might only provoke a tighter clamp in mortis. "come on," she urged, saddened that he must endure a bit longer until they had reached the pools of brinewater and he had plunged his face into one such.