Blacktail Deer Plateau damnation and a day has passed

rosalyn was gone. raleska had gone. erzulie and her children, trailed by the ruins of rusalka, were all that remained. she must go back for scarab; she must she must she must. angry tears leapt to her eyes, but the harlot refused to weep, not now. it was her strength that was now necessary, her ability to lead, to guide.
the woman coursed the edge of the nearby plateau, claws gripping the earth as the tremours continued. there was surely no prey to be had here, but the half-grown children of her body hungered.
she could not fail them a second time, and so erzulie pressed on, two-toned eyes searching resolutely for a flicker of any movement that might signal a meal for her young ones.