Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

at another time, erzulie would have insisted upon her goal. but as it were, there was simply no energy for such a feat. "i need de kelp beneath de waves," came her voice, grown wan with the pain she could not hide in any fashion. at the edge of the shallows, where the water grew darker as the ledge beneath dropped off, there waved thick leaves of kelp. with luck, binding them around her paws and letting them dry would tighten the kelp against her wounds and guard them for healing.
presently erzulie's head swam with vertigo; she lay her muzzle down upon the wet sand and drew steadying breaths. and although she could not shake the feeling of selfishness, she considered if her infection were not soon driven out, death would visit them.