Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

each of chacal's excited glances were greeted by a warm expression from her mother, a coo, a cluck. eventually the little jackal discovered the frustrating truth about the end of a mouse's trail: that it ends in a burrow. hiding her amusement, erzulie was impressed by her daughter's fixed design upon her quarry.
"very good," she murmured, pausing some feet away to strike the earth with her own paws, hoping to help send the terrified rodent back down its lair and up into chacal's waiting jaws. for that was the first rule among packwolves: to work together was an imperative thing each child must learn.