Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

Only temporary.  She was right.  Either they would meet the bear again or they would recover and move on; quit this place and its ghosts.  She suddenly found herself looking forward to that immensely... let her never see the bay, the sound, any of it again.  There was plenty of coast left without it.

Cover was a good idea, but which?  "Not the caves," she said, casting a glance towards the grotto.  That was where she had first met the creature, after all.  "It might return to them.  The trees, maybe.  Or the base of the rise."  Beyond the shore, back the way they'd come.  It would be a bit of a climb, the path up to the forests, but they could as easily put their backs to the rise and find cover there.

Her legs protested moving again so soon, but she stood and prepared to help Erzulie to whichever option seemed more feasible.