Shadewood and you, o blessed goddess

it had been a good choice to come to the forest, erzulie decided. the forest butted against a tall swathe of rock; there were entrances into the woodland only at the front.
it was quite a dark place, she decided, the thick canopies twisted as to let very little rain through, but with that, a decided absence of light. and yet she did not feel so removed from the sea as she had been at the plateau, for upon her patrols she could catch glimpses of the moors, and knew the salt lay not far beyond.
snapping her teeth toward a pair of foxes who had not yet vacated the treeline, erzulie paced proudly between a pair of elms, arching against them to leave a rusalkan mark in the hanging tufts of her fur.