Porcupine Ridge luxuriant adonis is dying

erzulie whirled, tail tucking as an ominous growl started. it stuttered to death in her throat, replaced by the same ache of envy she had experienced upon hollis joining them briefly. the stranger was beautiful, pristine in her loveliness and with an expression of worry on her exquisite face.
"better de snow den a man," the obsidian rejoined, her tones dry. she wondered why the woman had stopped at all. they were rivals of a kind, she supposed. though maybe she had not come to find anyone, and this wanderer did not feel the same way.
erzulie looked around, then gestured the other closer with a wave of her tail. she resumed digging. "join me for de night, if you be wantin'."