Ankyra Sound those darkened waters spur

nausea lurched into her throat, but that was a fine thing. she must not drift into the bloodless cold that beckoned much too closely. it was not long before pawsteps announced the arrival of another. rusalka, such a churning place, but attentive to its wolves.
erzulie retched into the sand as her new leader called overhead for a woman she did not know. irony, that, and she turned painfully to lap at her dry lips and regard the she-wolf who had come up.
”coyotes. five of dem. alert de pack,” she ordered hoarsely, unwilling to let her battered form hold the focus while her children went unprotected. speech sapped whatever strength she had been able to muster; the harlot’s head fell back limply and she concentrated on her breathing, on the breath of the other woman, anything that might keep her present.