Ankyra Sound and the cries of your writhings shall rise

the reappearance of her freshly soaked mate brought a smile to erzulie's somber features, and she immediately reached out to begin grooming water-droplets from the scarlet fur. "if you shake here, you will bathe us all," she warned in an amused semi-whisper, glancing over her shoulder at the heap of slumbering puppies, tucking little nieve closer.
it was surreal that they were here, surreal to be a mother. she had not settled into the reality of it yet. and, if the harlot intended to be honest with herself, her body was still racked with exhaustion from their birth.
yet none of that mattered now. in time, erzulie left off her preening and simply lay her head upon rosalyn's shoulder, finding peace in the stillness of their den while rain swept the shoreline.