Seaside Moors Broken Lungs

Chacal rolled with such delight that it was impossible not to share in it.  Her daughter didn't speak, but every movement and look was so expressive, it was not hard for her mother to understand.  It even felt, at times, like she could understand more than with others who hid behind words.

Maybe I should have named you 'pillbug', she teased, nosing her before gently acquiescing and pushing her forward once more.  If you like this... we shall have to try a hill soon.  Then they could both roll.  She hadn't done so in years, but she remembered the joy of it, and she knew Chacal would find it a longer and better version of this.