Dragoncrest Cliffs Still going, if only a vehicle for merino wool.

erzulie did not try to say the word that the woman spoke. so she was from the cold north. the obsidian nodded in understanding of that much at least. "you will heal through winter. snow," she added, glancing to the threatening skies. "after, you will be ready to go home if it is what you be wishin'."
she was a mysterious gift from the sea. erzulie would enjoy knowing more of her words, watching the she-wolf piece together her own past.