Stavanger Bay hollow earth

he did not see the honeyed-fur of erzulie, hulked down against the ground and hidden from view. nor had he seen rosalyn -- not until a howl sounded across the beach and told him plainly her location.

the beast grinned; a defilement, a torment, a gross and obscene gesture. his massive shoulders heaved, his body shook -- and he moved off in a lumbering canter with claws sweeping sand, and the ground thundering in impact.

a belligerent roar split his muzzle then as he rocked, a deafening cry which rent the somber strand in terrible tonation. and then the rough beast turned to rosalyn, the wolf that had eluded him once before -- a wolf he was certain would rest in his grasp soon enough.