Ankyra Sound the end declared from the beginning

illidan offered her the fish he had brought with him, and erzulie's hunger was too great for her to demur. she fell to it, pulling long strips of the sea-salted flesh from the delicate little bones, careful to leave a bite or two for the young male, despite his offering. it was the polite way.
belly sated for now, erzulie gestured with the dark line of her slender muzzle down the coastline. "a bay once called ironsea. a bear drove us out, and two of us moved up and down de coast before we foun' caiaphas." a wry smile laced the harlot's muzzle; she glanced into the intelligent pressure of illidan's gaze. "an' if you mean before dat, a lan' of swamps and heat. very far from heah."