she lay in the afternoon light beside the flat den upon the moors. it was far more open here than she enjoyed, though erzulie had grown accustomed. a wolf of the ocean watched the birds wheel in the skies, for they saw more and further than she. the ocean spoke its messages of storms and of bounty. the small creatures of the plains were the prey of her pack, but they too had their own tongue. 
to all she listened, and found contentment.
@Arcelia and @Solaire nestled within. she peered through the darkness at their small bodies, then shifted somewhat and thought of @Rosencrantz. having any male so close to the new whelps tensed erzulie, but he had never given her reason to think that it would occur to him. the harlot rolled to her belly and crooned a note into the air for the swordman. let him see what he had helped rusalka to achieve.