Seaside Moors the first taste.

so sorry D:

the stranger recoiled, fear on her voice. it laced through her scent, piercing erzulie's shield and mollfying the urge to strike. viper-pointed, the harlot held the young woman in her sights, tail lashing at her dark heels. "dis be de edge of rusalka," came her warning growl.
for a moment she maintained her tension, wondering if she might simply chase the interloper away, and then decided no. not this day. 
erzulie loosed the reins of threat, straightened. spice-ears tipped forward. this wolfess held a beauty that was easily beheld despite her cowering figure. only the scent of salt clung to her, lifted by the coconut-tinged air that wreathed along the shoreline. further satisfied, the seawolf tilted her muzzle.
"you be alone, girl?" the question was softer; mismatched gaze remained watchful, but erzulie's commanding air had settled into something more affable, hackles smoothed along her shoulders once more.