Barrow Fields like phineus now i see

erzulie let out a low sound when the dying light was obliterated briefly by the scarred shoulders of a titan wandering up from the beach. tensing, the harlot extended her muzzle to take his scent; it was brinewater and caiaphas. still, she did not fully relax, hackles prickling somewhat as she stood to her paws.
resplendent darkness, hale, save for his limp and the brutal scars that ran the length of his body. quietly she drank him in. "i have food here. eat, and let me tend dese scars." it was not truly a request; he was one of the siren's wolves, therefore her packmate, and their group would only be stronger if she aided him.