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a fake name? she had not heard it. "what did he have you call him?" she asked, patting the earth down with a paw and leaping lightly away from the mound. "perhaps he meant to keep de res' of us safe," she mused, though fell silent then to allow rowan time for an answer.
a half-hearted grin. "i am maman. i know everyt'ing," she added slyly, then cupped her ears toward his next question. "fish, mos'ly. an' clams, an' i am sure whatever else can fit in de mout'. gluttons." 
turning her attention toward the shore, where the remainder of it lay, the harlot set off. "where dere is one dere are ot'ers," she revealed, winking at rowan before she set them a swift gait.