Seaside Moors Our mind is not where it should be

Selfishly, Rosalyn had an answer, but she did not know if it would hold.  The bay... the place where she and Erzulie had begun.  But when they'd moved here, they'd decided to start over in a place with no history.  She could not take the easy answer without first considering what those who would follow them felt.  

Then first we will fight. Rosalyn said, and she gave Raleska a small, wicked smile.  She was confident in her and Erzulie's ability, and despite her age, she was a formidable wolf.  She might not have much in the way of formal training, but she had not lived a life of violent strife for nothing.

I do not know.  The coast, of course, but we would need to choose a place together.  She added.  She'd like Raleska to have a voice in that, if it came to it.  Even now, she thought... perhaps a move would not be the worst.  She thought of Regin's words.  I want to be closer to the sea.

Maybe the reason she'd lost it was because here, they were in limbo.  They kept it at arms length, as though fear drove them to avoid her.

Suddenly, Rosalyn wondered.  Do you see anything in Rusalka that needs fixing?  she asked, still of a mind that perhaps Raleska agreed with Winterbane.  She'd posed this question to Erzulie, and now would know what others thought.  Perhaps they could build something that was not only the wives', but the family's as well.