Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

once noticed, jawahir saw the flash of bright eyes and grew warm in the belly; they did not think the youth would strike at them merely for being, though it had happened with others in the past.
their approach was met with a smile. the tilt of ears back, the curl of a tail.
yawm saeid lak. sings their reply.
the boy cannot be more than twelve moons. a good size — not yet so large to strain the hips or know how best to use their teeth.
i am called jawahir. like their brothers and their sisters. slender hips recline.
you are not from here. what brings you?
the smell of pine forest and wolf musk clings to the boy, the jewel notices, drawing her eye across him without worry.