Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

erzulie lifted her chin, the destructive pride that had turned her away from drageda burning again. she need not be told where she might hunt; she merely wanted to quit this one's presence. and yet swiftly the seawolf knew she had become unkind in her thinking, unfair. stifling the barbed words that had sprung to her tongue, the harlot rejoined. "she be healin' all right," erzulie proffered carefully, not wanting to compromise the two of them.
"dat crab fetched you a nip," she observed in a minutely warmer tone, mismatched eyes falling to the place along the drageda wolf's leg where her quarry had striven against her. "i could look at it for you."