Ankyra Sound but now I fear I will never peer

staying vague; set after the battle

worse for wear, they had decamped to the sound, torn by countless cliffwolf teeth, and missing at least one of their fellows. but he had been a fool, his blood a sacrifice that bought rusalka time to gather in drageda. for nothing, the harlot thought grimly, for rosalyn still was not among them, and they had suffered only agonies.
caiaphas was grimly wounded, and while erzulie had little doubt the resolute seawitch would carry on regardless, it would be at cost. she herself bore a dozen lacerations across throat and nape and muzzle, though the worst she had undergone was the savaging of her left haunch, the muscle laid bare. 
across the sands she limped to douse it again in icy brine; in her muzzle she gripped what little was left of her supplies, intending to treat whoever was upon the shoreline with poultices and her precious poppyseeds. but it would run out long before they were healed; therefore, she must ask for wolves to depart their land and seek out the necessary plants: no small feat with drageda lurking.
for now, the jezebel grit her teeth against the lash of the salt and led the leap of tears be for her broken lover, still somewhere in the cliffs.