Dragoncrest Cliffs the moonchild come to harm

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and so the bear had come to ironsea, and scattered them. it had been herself and the captain against the fierce, saliva-spewing thing; its jagged claws had cleaved the land, and its great teeth had almost sundered the pair of them. she had screamed to rosalyn; she had run, and run.
only by the grace of the loa had they found one another once more — erzulie had suggested an inland dash, as not to lead the beast to the last coastline pack. but where they had been cursed with soft walls, the rose-bloom girl had called this drageda.
confronted by the fangs of rough-hewn stone cliffs, the pair had settled, exhausted, some feet from the border. supplicants, ironsea no more, and erzulie saw no harm that they had saved themselves. here the chai-tea woman, bedraggled, ankles streaked in dried blood from her lacerated paws, called for leadership, and for blixen — the only wolf she knew belonging to drageda.
unable to stand for longer than the length of her cry, erzulie stumbled back and collapsed alongside rosalyn, head weaving with thirst but eyes fixed upon the proverbial gates.