Deepwood Weald the choking smoke of jerusalem burning

no worries <3

erzulie did not mind the shift in the tone of their conversation. the upcoming winter and the threat of the bear upon the sand weighed heavily upon her, and drageda had found them wanting. rumours of a pack upon an island, but the harlot was unsure she wished to be bounded on all sides by water. when storms arrived to pelt the coast, those unprotected would be first lost.
"we will find our own shelter, den," she declared, a determined expression blooming upon her face. "only dose worthy of us will have our loyalty."