Seaside Moors Back To the Sea!

erzulie paused beneath the glare of the cold sun to stretch her back. it would be some time before her cubs arrived, but already her ageing body was feeling the strain of her rounding sides. she wisely kept this to herself, however, for rusalka was ranging out, diagonal. a long trek, for she did not ever think they would return to the plateau.
rolling woodlands and verdant cliffs began to thin into scrubland and the stunted trees that announce brinewater, though the towering spine of sequoias bristled with red pride. their branches stirred in a gentle wind, lacing the air with a scent the harlot had long craved.
tears stung her eyes, relief and delight flooding the woman, but she blinked them aside, falling to their task with zeal. 
rosencrantz, up ahead; rosencrantz with his gnarled, maimed expression that had never detracted from his intensity. she fell into silent step with him, two-toned eyes searching the territory.