Ankyra Sound with gently smiling jaws

she grimly busied herself with the necessity of drawing up kelp from the cold sea, and putting it somewhere to dry. in its powdered form, it made a wondrous poultice, but she had used most of her last stores treating the grisly scars that wreathed firefly's body.
thunder thrummed; it did not deter the woman, though she glanced skyward briefly. and when the harlot lowered her chin, there was svalinn, carrying a strip of what appeared to be fur and approaching with a boyish gait. straightening, erzulie smiled thinly; her mind was occupied with rosalyn, but her leader's fierce young son was a welcome reprieve.