Seaside Moors keep coming back

the man did not speak. her wife arrived, and erzulie warmed imperceptibly beneath the silent presence of the fierce pirate. 
raleska was direct, deferential. a daughter of rusalka. her child, if the harlot had any say in it. at length, her observant stare shifted from the sea-maid to her pale companion.
he had saved raleska. erzulie until this moment had thought the new mother only beneath the care of stryx and sugar glider. that a man had been involved was surprising, and for the first time she wondered what it was that compelled him to leave the pack wound so thickly through his withers.
kaertok was well-built, mannerly, and strong. but had not wintersbane been the same? and look what he had tried to do. "if raleska speaks for you, den dere be a place here." reluctant, but she trusted the loyalty of their adoptive daughter. erzulie glanced to rosalyn there, waiting to see what she might say.