Coconut Grove the taste of summer

There was little Rosalyn could do for her family's restlessness outside of these frequent scouting trips.  She split her time between the plateau and the lands around.

Erzulie had mentioned the shore, so she came, but she'd turned her back on the sea.  The waves had cut her too many times now to devote herself to it again, and the sand beneath her paws no longer felt comforting.  It wasn't only the sleet that brought the stone to her stare, though the weather did not help.

Shit.  She shivered and glanced about for any trace of shelter.  She could turn around and head back for the cliffs, and was about to do just that, when she spotted the other wolf.

There are cliffs just north of here, she called.  She recognized the girl or she might not have bothered; a fellow Rusalkan, if not well acquainted.