Dragoncrest Cliffs for me this and love for the sun

Meerkat arrived at the Obsidian’s whelping den and gently set her gift at her feet. Of all the things to find strewn on the beach, she had lucked across a freshly dead baby shark washed up in the morning tide. She had spent the past few hours gathering wildflowers and then delicately stuffing the dead shark so that its mouth and gills bristled with blossoms.

Erzulie…? she called softly, shifting her weight a bit, acutely aware of the soft swell of her own flanks.