Barrow Fields who is doing you wrong?

rus/st/other seawolves

debriefed upon their perilous claim, erzulie had spat in the direction of the sagtannet-drenched tangle and stalked down from the cliffs to the field stretching beyond ankyra. the sound she stopped to watch for a long time, before at last turning away from the stands of oceanpine and allowing the brisk wind to steal her breath as she stood in a huge expanse of flatland.
reminded of the moors. reminded of how she had come here before, with rosalyn; how they had fled beyond this place the first bear. always a bear. lip curling, wind clawing the edges of her pelt up and up until she was wrapped in allspice war-robes.