Dragoncrest Cliffs First thing I did was climb in to a rum bottle.

as the man called raimo caught his breath from the time within the ocean, erzulie sniffed delicately over the carcass. no sign of rot, though she trusted he would not have expended such energy if he did not think it was a fine meal. therefore her once-over was cursory, and she nosed beneath one limp flipper for the blubber along the side of the still body.
had he eaten the rich warm seal fat before? she looked to raimo, quelling her hunger. she would wait to sup with him, and for now only folded plume around her paws and watched the ocean move against the shoreline.
she thought of the new children she had left in the den, far too early — the mintglow eyes shut.