Seaside Moors Broken Lungs

Chacal huffed and puffed with glee as she watched the skyline reel between her hind toes as she was sent hedl over heels again, gently. Dizzy, she stood up too fast and faltered sideways several steps before she was able to right herself- and blundered directly into her mother's warm side. Once there, she nuzzled her face into the shades of warm mahogany, snuggling in close as though to thank her mother for indulging her, and for showing her a new trick. While morning had stolen across the Moors, Chacal felt herself beginning to succumb to the effects of waking up too early- and yawned tiredly. Committed there, against her mother's side, she slumped, and in the early, soft light of morning, she relaxed into a gentle slumber.