Stavanger Bay and hurl thieves down from paradise

rosalyn had rather unspoken thoughts about the entire situation that emerged in her tones. meeting the first mate's glance, erzulie gave an affable blink to convey she had not in the slightest been offended. muzzle dipping to her bundle, she nosed it open and drew out a marrow bone.
"heah. i kept it in case you needed mo' healing when you returned," the wanton explained, her eyes drifting again over the healing wounds along the other woman's body. to rosalyn's silent inquiry, erzulie rocked back on her honeycream haunches and mused. "smokestep. have you seen him since you have returned?" she expected the pair of leaders had indeed met, but stranger things had occurred.