Seaside Moors for by my side you put on

tundra was not one to draw her emotions lightly. erzulie was aware of the seeking nature behind the other's gaze, turned out to sea as a comfortable quietude fell between the two. had not rosencrantz brought the she-wolf here? erzulie wondered then at the angelic mien of them both.
but where the scarred guardian was an fierce being, a pale sword of light, tundra was softer. reserved, yet with the strength to rival even the flaring blade carried by rosencrantz. they were a reflection of one another through a shard of mirror.
"it is not easy to be so open," erzulie commented, purposefully vague. "de lan' is barren compared to what a forest is, an' yet from all sides we can see." her stare warmed, cooled. "if you cannot love it, den t'ink of it as honoring de strengt' of your pack. rusalka can live in any place." pride, now, pride hanging righteous from the end of her tongue. 
she watched the zephyr weave its way along the shimmering lift of tundra's hackles. "have you ever laid in de sea?"