Stavanger Bay for storms before were as nothing more

thanks for joining! gonna draw it up to the present :)

her song did not fade as her ears swiveled at the sound of gentle pawsteps upon sand. at length, erzulie paused, turning her muzzle beneath its spiced mask along one shoulder to regard the slender thing. it was a girl of earth and fire tones who had drawn close, a delicate-boned creature limned with curiosity. "come closah, ti kras ti pijon,"  the harlot murmured, cheeks rounded in a warm smile as she sought the half-distant features of her packmate.
returning to her task, she found her chai-tea pelt lifted and caressed by some warm salted zephyr; she was still then, lifting her face to the heavens and breathing the fragrance of waves lapping upon sand, tossing themselves against stone.