Ankyra Sound to be bold

patrol. hunt. cache. mark. drive out whatever stench of drageda remained.
her eyes had grown dull with sorrow; too often, erzulie paused in her tasks to look up toward the forbidding cliffs. rosalyn was there, a prisoner, and with each day, the harlot was less and less sure of her lover's fate.
swallowing, she lowered her head and strode onward. the scent of the man she had treated was here — erzulie realized belatedly she had not heard his name, and so took up his trail and followed it to his scarred frame.
in response to his lowered body, she too took up a stalk, flanking him when she had drawn near enough. a seal pup, and unguarded from the looks of it.