Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

it did not seem that chacal would be long repressed, and here arrived the soft grey little body, bumbling end over end. another time, erzulie might have lightly declined, wishing chacal to taste the fruits of her own labour. but this interlude had been less for the kill itself, and more for the words that her child had wanted to speak.
and so grasped by the spirit of entertainment, she caught up the mouse, tossed it in a gentle arc, and made short work with another close of her jaws. "very good, chacal," she sighed, coming over to nudge the girl again before darting away in a playful air.