Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

Rosalyn returned the look for a moment, as if considering saying something. Meerkat seemed to genuinely take her advice, and the feeling that gave her was something she'd been lacking in a number of ways since making the decision to step down. Age counted for something, and knowing that there was a place for her to still serve some use was gratifying. It should have been obvious, perhaps, but Rosalyn had never paid enough attention, nor been a part of a pack with elders still present.

Maybe it isn't my place to tell you. But I know that Njord wants them. He gave us a gift last year - I don't think that Erzulie would deny him the same. It wasn't a complete yes, but it was an answer. She knew how much her wife loved Njord, and she knew even more how easily they would lose him if they refused this. There was no reason to.

She let that sit a moment, then followed the subject change. There are things you can dig for, that live in shells beneath the wet sand. The bubbles show where. They weren't the most filling, but they were easier than fish. There's also pools where fish and other things will get trapped. I can show you. She got to her feet without waiting for an answer, but did pause for confirmation before she began to walk. There was a tide pool near the base of the cliffs that often filled. If they were lucky, maybe it would even hold something worth eating now.