Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

grinning in return, erzulie's cinnamon ears thrust forward, and she snapped gently at the air as if to ward away regin's stalking approach. something again in the lines of the child that was not all wolf, but there was no aspect to the girl that was unloved by either of her mothers. 
erzulie rolled to her back, pawed toward the oncoming little hunter. a cluck of her tongue; a laugh; she enjoyed these wordless times and the way that they fed memories into tomorrow.