Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

It had been far too long since Rosalyn had gone for a swim in the ocean's waters, and that was where she headed now, cutting her way through the southern moor in an arrow straight for the shoreline.  As fall encroached the weather took on a chill, and while the sun lasted, she knew the novelty would remain.  Soon the shore would become a much different place.  

She'd taken time to think on her conversation with Erzulie, but had come up with no answers yet of her own.  There was perhaps one, if she was honest with herself, but the taste to pursue it was idle and withdrawn.  A fancy, nothing more.  

It was hard to believe that so long ago she'd have joined a pack with the sole purpose of one day owning them... as she had with Caiaphas upon their first meeting.  What had that pack been called?  Vlad had dubbed it... but she found, as she thought, the name escaped her.  Years, and a lot of life, had occurred between then and now.

She slowed to a gentle loping pace and stretched her neck, feeling the tension that had built up release some with the motion.  A swim would do her a world of good, she imagined.