Seaside Moors (how many people ready to rock the house?)

"valravn!"
a bear, a bear, its slinking pernicious musk permeating the moors and opening a chasm of fear within erzulie she believed she had forgotten,
until this moment — her son, her son, her —
all others counted and collected once the bruin had departed, but not him, not the boy saved and —
ironsea and its sundering; tell me not that this place too be cursed.
up and down and her stride lengthening until erzulie began to come unraveled in her perilous shouting gone hoarse and the meander of her search.