Ankyra Sound betrayed and played by god

the day brought with it the surety of sunlight; erzulie's spirit spoke the surety of the children that had surely taken root within her. "de loa do not lie," came the husky timbre of her voice, echoing through the grotto. drawn away from her packmates, the honeycream wolfess had become reclusive in the last week or so, preferring even her own company to that of rosalyn.
children were not something she had ever wished before meeting the pirate; therefore, erzulie had not planned for them, not planned for the feeling of nausea each morning and the sensation of displacement within her own skin. clicking her tongue at her foolishness, she paused in the shadows, head down and eyes closed as she breathed in the salt air, hoping to dispel a sudden sickness.
"dis de way of mot'ers."