Dragoncrest Cliffs Blackpine

erzulie nodded. "i can treat dis. wait here."
when she returned, as briskly as she was able, it would be with a piece of darkened leaf. "if she be thrashin' like dat again when we carry her, she will hurt herself more."
with little fanfare, erzulie lay herself across the prone and weakened wolf, holding the stranger against the sand with her own body. she would seek to force the herb into the limp jaws, coaxing in french and in creole. and she would ask for njord's help if the woman roiled once more.
she meant that their guest be carried to the place of the roja once sleep had caught her.