Seaside Moors Light

chacal folded closer; erzulie swept her little head with several licks, wondering if her wife truly was finished with children. rosalyn was older; she herself had at least another two seasons before the change might come. by next spring, even this saltflower would be running, hunting alongside her older siblings.
perhaps —
"vous avez d'autres frères et sœurs," erzulie went on. "nieve et clementine, reyes et scarab, marisol et clementine." what a large family they had made already, she and rosalyn. was there truly a need to add more?