Coconut Grove the black earth

"no. but it is not a smart beast, to come to so open a place, wid wolves close at hand." they had been throughout the grove, all of them; the marks of rusalka were strong and tried here, mixed by the dozens of paws that comprised rusalka.
she nudged rosalyn lovingly, happy for her presence, strengthened by the thought of more teeth to face this cat. erzulie had fought alongside rosencrantz and beside her mate; they were honed warriors, each of them. in their combined might she placed her faith.
"perhaps dis way," she suggested, jerking her cinnamondust muzzle toward where the grove grew closer, palmate leaves converging into deeper shadows.