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vaguey vague on if Erzulie comes with!

A few wolves had come and go since they camped on the strand, but Rosalyn hadn't approached them.  She wasn't keen on running into trouble; her head still aches, and she hadn't had a whole lot of luck hunting since her ill-fated trip to the ravine.  The sea luckily provided a bit here and there, but hunger gnawed at her gut, and there was a sort of weary weight that had settled across her.  

These new wolves were closer, though; close enough that their voices came to her from where she lay next to Erzulie, keeping watch.  Her ears tipped back and she considered ignoring them, turning her face away.  But then she sighed.  Better to confront than to have them happen upon them here, and who knew? Maybe they knew of help nearby, somewhere that wasn't Drageda.

She rose and stalked along the sand, coming to a stop only a short distance from what turned out to be a pair.  One seemed quite young, but had a pair of ears that actually brought a small, real smile to the pirate's lips.  "Lookin for something?" She asked, though it was nonchalant.  She had no claim on this place, and far as she could tell, neither did anyone else.