Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

@Regin was called that day. erzulie had found the remains of a deer killed some time ago; the discovery near the edge of the territory had set her hackles abristle. but the hunters had long gone. strangers passing through, the harlot suspected.
she cracked one leg for the marrow, glancing toward her adopted bird with a measuring glance of invitation to the skeletal remains with its hidden richness.