Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

her melancholy was pierced with the awareness of self, and another. erzulie turned from her contemplation of the sea to see the waiting shadow of a familiar body. drageda; this wolf had been one attending her call outside the great cliffs. but the pair had not been found fit for the fierce pack, and erzulie's chai-tea hackles slowly raised. why was it now that drageda had come again? she supposed they were not far from the claimed land; it only strengthened her decision to leave, move along the sea until she and rosalyn were not disturbed.
"i be leavin' this hunting ground to you, woman," the harlot remarked dryly, approaching on small paws that still ached from time to time. the other carried a wound and a large crab; hunting was unneeded. but for now there was no pain within erzulie, only wariness, and her mismatched gaze was guarded, cold with the wariness she must carry for her own good.