Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

whatever her introduction to words had become, chacal moved with an instinctive swiftness toward the mouse. her baby teeth flashed; erzulie smiled indulgently, and then chuckled a sound of surprise as they both watched the tiny body arc against the open sky. when chacal followed, her mother came along, winkling out the sounds that came frustrated and clasped together from her daughter's mouth.
almost there. "sourit," she pronounced, repeating it twice as she nudged the tiny limp body. "sourit la mouri." again twice more for chacal's benefit, more slowly on the last time. and then she, hoping it was the word for which the little hunter sought, looked in her child's direction.