Seaside Moors keep coming back

wintersbane had capitulated swiftly. rusalka belonged to the wives now; there was only the matter of what to do with it.
erzulie had set a wide band round the moorland to patrol. in her muzzle a rat that had tried to escape the inexorable snap of her teeth, a plaything for her children.
raleska's summons, rising. the harlot changed her trajectory, wondering why the young woman sought her.
but the moors were flat, and even at a distance she could see the glinting pale form of a stranger near raleska. a male stranger. she came upon them both with cinnamon hackles lifted, throwing the rat aside and studying the man for a long, harsh moment before she deliberately turned back toward raleska. he need not speak.