Dragoncrest Cliffs and release me

"clams," erzulie answered with a mischievous smile. "but for dat, we go under de groun'."
the harlot paced away, muzzle to the earth; brushes of her paws through the snow located the sand-castings of the burrowed shellfish. here she began to dig, throwing hardpacked sand and snow back behind herself, until the hard surface of the rocky creatures were exposed.
snatching one from its winter-den, erzulie pinned it between her paws and worried the edge of it open, bending back until a crack sounded in the still cold air. "taste," she told haunt, motioning to the lump of salt-laced flesh hugging the inner curves of the shell.