Porcupine Ridge the abyss leers in hissing ruts

like a raven, rosalyn stalked silently to their scene, and erzulie was emboldened by her wife's presence. andraste's own had been welcome, once upon a time, but the sea-bound pair were mistrustful, even given to blatant dislike at times. 
this was, unfortunately for the wood-pigeon, one such time.
"t'ank you, but we be all right," erzulie answered, wondering if the question had been posed to ascertain the weakness of rusalka. "we be keepin' to ourselves dese days." a hint — would it be taken?