Dragoncrest Cliffs This island our prison, our home.

The gull was silent as she dug. Every now and again she peered up at it, to see it eyeing her with great scrutiny. She found its face incredibly difficult to read, though when the bird caught sight of Erzulie approaching, those great white wings began to beat again, slapping against the wave-worn wood. 

Suzu flinched at the sudden flurry of movement from the bird, but her confidence returned when her Grandmaman began to help her dig. Erzulie’s paws could cut through the heavy sand much better than Suzu’s, so the progress hastened. 

She moved along the edge of the log, hoping to give it a small ditch to fall into and away from the other piece of driftwood, freeing the gull’s leg. Her heart raced; she felt impatient. She thought she could feel how scared the full was. She looked up at Erzulie and shook a bit of sand off her little muzzle before she asked. ”Fee bird?” she placed her paws on the piece of driftwood and tried to pull it toward herself, but it wouldn’t budge.