Lone Star Mountain what should we do?

another man. 
unlike the others, this one did not crowd the seawife. she paused to regard him, her two-toned eyes cold as the snow around them. she could press on, she knew; she could run, down from the mountains into the coastline and toward the seacliffs.
beneath her skin burned fire; below that, desperation, fatigue.
erzulie did not draw closer. but she did not move away. her gaze tested him, and the obsidian waited to see what this man would do.