Stavanger Bay Waking the lions in me

the mention of her name brought the harlot's head high; she dipped her muzzle to the assemblage, seeking a pair of eyes here and there, that they might know her presence. but still she saw no reason to speak. it was the sport mentioned by rosalyn that piqued her interest; erzulie blinked as the new captain began to explain.
raiding. she was not quite elated by the prospect of actual tearing-into another's land, but with such things came the opportunity to take from herb caches, steal stored meat, perhaps sway clientele. delight flowed into her expression; a visible thing to accompany the sway of her plume in assent.