Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

erzulie was a creature with languid words and a disposition quick to wrath. yet she supposed she had tempered in her age; the reality of rusalka's size superimposed against a pair of hunters in their prime were not odds the harlot wished. regin followed about valiantly, but her mother found no further trail of the strangers.
"nan kou," the woman murmured, choosing to turn their trail onto something more pleasing. nearby was a cache, she knew, but beyond that, the promise of different prey. "what be soundin' good to eat?"