Dragoncrest Cliffs summer grasses:

The morning sun was already warm on the beach. From a hidden cavern near the edge of the water, Sobo emerged, dripping and carrying a small bundle of fur in his jaws.

Wrapped within was a driftwood stick, carefully notched by practiced teeth. The crude markings upon it were copied from Erzulie's veve. Crude was a generous word. Most of them were impossible to make out, but Sobo had done his very best and was proud of his work. He felt the lwa of women would approve of the sentiment, if nothing else.

He carried it down the beach, splashing in the surf as he went and summoned his courage. It was not that he was nervous, for once, but this gift was heartfelt even if he did not like the recipient. It would not do for him to scowl at her while giving it.

When he felt ready to swallow his negative feelings down, Sobo called for @Meerkat.