Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

too weak to do more than lift her head from the sand and watch rosalyn's staggered steps with a burning worry, erzulie reached to draw the sheared kelp from the other woman's muzzle. there was little to be done beyond that; lifting her first forepaw, the harlot began to nose the plant in as tight a winding as she could muster. the second forepaw, then, but her energies had escaped her by then. shifting, erzulie revealed her travel-worn hindpaws, not as badly cut as the first two, and glanced to rosalyn with a wearily acceptant expression.