Blacktail Deer Plateau damnation and a day has passed

rosalyn was gone. raleska had gone. erzulie and her children, trailed by the ruins of rusalka, were all that remained. she must go back for scarab; she must she must she must. angry tears leapt to her eyes, but the harlot refused to weep, not now. it was her strength that was now necessary, her ability to lead, to guide.
the woman coursed the edge of the nearby plateau, claws gripping the earth as the tremours continued. there was surely no prey to be had here, but the half-grown children of her body hungered.
she could not fail them a second time, and so erzulie pressed on, two-toned eyes searching resolutely for a flicker of any movement that might signal a meal for her young ones.

the name was new; the face was not to those who had not yet forgotten him.

he’d left the wilds for the sorrowful sake of blood-of-blood; a scrying that had awayed him to the uncharted easts and beyond, beyond. he would never know the downfalls that had taken place, here; only that he’d returned to a new desecration that rent its own sort of scars into the earth. but ... he winged a surefoot way over the shuddering contours, neverminding the count’s claim as he might have once done.

he should have never left her. he should not have made a betrayal of her trust when already she’d been so left. if he found her ever again, he—
he swore low and sour, brandishing the pale daggers within his scarred maw at none the trembling lands. how to keep one’s footing?—

a flicker of pale fur; erzulie started, but drew up at once, chai-tea hackles raised upon her slender shoulders. the scent belonged to wolf; the scent belonged to a stranger. men. when could the world be rid of them? she thought savagely, regarding the unknown creature with open contempt as he drew closer into view.
"you best be stayin' where de fuck you are," erzulie commanded with ice writ into her tones. a strange male could mean death for her young ones at worst; a hostile takeover of rusalka's remnants at best. 
she would tolerate neither outcome, and bared her teeth, prepared to protect the sparse hunting here with herself if she must.