Seaside Moors for myself in my frenzied heart:

erzulie had cleared the remainder of the drowned caches and their rotted offerings. the morning was spent burying the unsuitable flesh, and now she searched for a place where a new larder might be made.
overturning a stone, the harlot chuffed for @Arcelia to come forth and assist, not only with the choice but the treat of sweet grubs to be lapped from their damp bed.