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Caille, the French word for quail (plural: Cailles), may refer to:
- Caille, Alpes-Maritimes, a commune in southeastern France
- Caille Island, a small islet between Grenada and Carriacou in the Grenadines
- Allonzier-la-Caille, a commune in the Haute-Savoie department in south-eastern France
- Boissy-aux-Cailles, a commune in the Seine-et-Marne department in the Île-de-France region
- Butte-aux-Cailles, a neighbourhood of Paris, France
- Honoré Caille du Fourny (1630–1713), a French genealogist
- Juan Cailles (1871-1951), a Filipino commander who served during the Philippine Revolution and Philippine-American War
- La Caille (crater), a lunar crater located in the rugged south-central highlands of the Moon
- Niall Caille (died 846), a High King of Ireland
- Nicolas Louis de Lacaille (1713-1762), a French astronomer
- Pierre Caille (disambiguation)
Usage examples of "caille".
No one else would see Caille safe and sheltered by night, fed and watered by day.
She would sit cross-legged against the door while Elora and Caille ate.
Elora would eat slowly, pretending to savor every bite, to be sure that Caille was full before she finished what was left.
She blundered hard into Elora, who had stopped cold, and Caille, between them, cried out in protest.
Pelufer and Caille looked, too, and none of them moved for many short breaths.
Elora breathed, shutting her eyes tight, clutching Caille to her side with one hand, the other reaching out toward the jumble of boards that had been their home.
Pelufer poised to snatch her away should the pile of boards shift, Caille squatted down and looked intently at the insects scrambling around the ruined shed.
A dog rose up snarling, then snuffled at Caille and flopped back down as if it were their own dog, only startled out of sleep.
The stock shifted, nervous, but Caille touched each one in turn and they calmed.
She felt Caille drag the dog out of sleep into a hug, heard its halfhearted protesting whine become a contented whuffle, felt both little sister and big, warm dog settle in for sleep between her and Elora.
At her feet, Caille sat cross-legged with the tavern cat upside down in the cradle of her legs, its eyes squinched shut and its head flung blissfully back against her as she stroked its throat.
Elora had done the damage, their distress had flowed into Caille and through her into the floorboards of the tavern and every living thing felt it now, even the traders.
They took deep breaths, holding on to each other and Caille, watching each other.
Elora and reached for Caille, who slid through like an otter, without help.
Pelufer fit herself into the curl, hugging Caille in close and putting the blanket sack under her head.