Seaside Moors Clouds like the smoke in the room

rusalka had lived through earthquakes, through the betrayal of the sea. through the departure of their children, through winters and scarcity. rusalka survived through the efforts of those who remained.
she and rosalyn had not remained for the glory a small and hardened coastal pack could never provide. it was for the sake of rusalka they remained, for the stability even their small numbers granted.
a flash of anger. erzulie set her gaze upon her pensive wife. "i am not about to be led by anot'er ambitious cock who knows not'ing." aningan had been the last man the harlot would tolerate; now she planted her paws and stood still, thoughtful. winter was soon coming, and the while their babes were gangly and half-grown, neither solaire nor arcelia were ready for the demands of the never-ending hunt.
regin was too young, valravn still puppyish, and their delicate little chacal. to take them from the home they had known into the wilderness with but two hunters would be foolish. frustration lashed at erzulie; she closed her mismatched eyes tightly and tilted her face upward into the salt wind carried by the sea. "is it wort' fighting him for what he has claimed?"