Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

She felt Erzulie brush her flank and heard the laughter, and her own grin widened.  Now this was what crew was about.  It wasn't ranks, or fights, or she guessed even pride.  It was running and surviving and thriving with crewmates like this, without worrying about watching your back.  She'd known that before her conversation with Smokestep, but for some reason, this moment brought it back.  

They reached the beach and the sand made the path harder, her running stride sinking into it's soft surface.  She was accustomed to it, though she preferred the denser sand of the tideline as a running turf.  She continued attempting to bound ahead, though did sacrifice some of her speed to glance mirthfully around where she assumed her contender was.  The good-natured chase had melted away a lot of her initial misgivings, though surely they'd show again, as they usually did.  Now she was left with only curiosity... why would a wolf like Erzulie choose to throw her lot in with the rowdy Ironsea crew?  They were a rough lot on first glance.  Why settle here?