Ankyra Sound goddamn, man, everybody got bugattis

the odd pair were gone as soon as they had come, almost upon erzulie's arrival. she watched the redhawks quit their strip of beach impassively, and then turned now-warm eyes upon rosalyn. "what did dey want?" the harlot inquired, reaching her muzzle to disentangle salt from a few hairs along her lover's shoulder. it was of little true import to erzulie, though she felt she must know the comings and goings of wolves so long as they were to stay here.