Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

The girl followed silently as Erzulie led them to the borders of their claim. She copied her mother as best as she could, but Gin could not help but think about the mysterious wolves who had disrespected them so openly. The young siren wished that she knew who they were; she would hunt them down for herself and teach them a thing or two about respect. At least, it was nice to fantasize about doing so. Sniffing at the earth, Regin knew that it wasn't likely she would ever know who had killed the prey on Rusalka's edge. It did not seem to matter very much to her mother, which felt commonplace to the pup. Erzulie had always seemed to have the perfect cool head, as long as the girl could remember. 

Do you think we can eat? Gin asked after a short while, glancing to the back of the older woman's head. I'm feelign pretty hungry.