Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

erzulie glanced up at the harshly ended laugh; brow furrowing with worry, she blinked stoically toward her companion. and when rosalyn thrust her full attention into the task at hand, the harlot was still. "it be only temporary, kònèy mwen."  when she had healed they would quit the sound and move inland.
yet her heart was not set upon the idea — the pair of them were seawolves, and erzulie knew nothing of the packs that resided far from the ocean. her lips tensed into a thin line as she gingerly gathered herself up, a hiss escaping the clench of her teeth. but the pain was already not as bad as before; erzulie glanced 'round for rosalyn before turning her attention to the shoreline. "should we get into cover?" the bear, the bear; oh the harsh growling echoed even now in her skull.