Dragoncrest Cliffs On pathway to the stars

He wished to stop her, to herd her back towards the den, but it was not his place. He only grit his teeth with grim concern as she nosed through the fur of Merlin's sea washed body.

Cautiously he neared Erzulie's side, leaned into her if she would accept it. Silent support for a moment as he considered her words. Considered the weight of everything.

I will move him. Before anything happens. Before —

Rot.

Disease.

The sea reclaimed him.

The million horrible outcomes that came with someone laid passed upon the sands.

Tell me where.

His voice hushed through it all.