Seaside Moors and death, i fear and feel, is very near

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she lay in the afternoon light beside the flat den upon the moors. it was far more open here than she enjoyed, though erzulie had grown accustomed. a wolf of the ocean watched the birds wheel in the skies, for they saw more and further than she. the ocean spoke its messages of storms and of bounty. the small creatures of the plains were the prey of her pack, but they too had their own tongue. 
to all she listened, and found contentment.
@Arcelia and @Solaire nestled within. she peered through the darkness at their small bodies, then shifted somewhat and thought of @Rosencrantz. having any male so close to the new whelps tensed erzulie, but he had never given her reason to think that it would occur to him. the harlot rolled to her belly and crooned a note into the air for the swordman. let him see what he had helped rusalka to achieve.

He had chosen to give the new mother and her young could get settled - he was certain she had plenty on her plate with the puppies and visitors aplenty to come to see them and check up on her that he was more so focused on the borders. It was a less glorious way to spend his day, and he indeed wants to go see them when possible, but it wasn't his decision. 

Pale auds flipped up and toward the sound, calling for him was Erzulie. The last time she called of him was due to an intruder on their borders, and though she lacked that same shrill, he was quick to make haste to where she lay. Cautiously his eye wandered and it wasn't until he was certain she was fine did he relax, a placid expression looking over the new mother curious. Hungry? He immediately took a guess at what she may need from him.

"always," erzulie purled, her voice accompanied by a thwack of her tail against the moorland earth. "but today i would like you to come an' meet de little ones."
she rose then, padding to meet rosencrantz with a light smile. "de little dark one, dat be solaire. arcelia is her sister," the harlot informed the guardian. "rusalka is stronger for dem."

I'll be sure to bring you something. And soon, but that was implied in his tone. Before he could go off to hunt something to bring back, Erzulie continued. Welcoming him in to see the new life that she had been carrying for months. 

Carefully the goliath peered in, golden eye taking in their tiny bodies and he was awestruck. For an aging man, he hadn't been around puppies all that much - especially not at this stage of their lives. They were so small, defenseless. He could easily crush them with a paw, and it frightened him. 

At a loss of words, he simply looked over them, gathering his scattered mind to think that anyone was that small and helpless at some point in their lives - even him. It was sobering.

she enjoyed the expression that passed over rosencrantz' expression; she was content to let him look over her sleeping young as long as he wished, and tipped her muzzle skyward to enjoy the glistening touch of a sea-carried breeze. "rusalka marches on. soon dey will be running around and getting into nonsense."
a laugh, bittersweet — she thought of her sons and daughters. but not now, not now. erzulie looked back to the archangel.

As Erzulie makes a light joke about the soon-to-be trouble makers, he couldn't help but offer a soft, genuine smile. Thinking back to his moment with @Rosalyn, wondering if their own coupling had created anything similar to come his way, of his own blood. Our paws will be quite full soon, hm? He hums softly, not wanting his grave voice to disturbed the young ones. 

As Erzulie casts her eyes on him, he arched a brow and speaks directly to her now instead of hovering over the new youth. Are you worried about the yearlings? He too noticed their absence, assuming that she was rightfully concerned as any mother would be.

rosencrantz' question as stalwart guardian of rusalka should have not surprised erzulie. and yet it caught her, sending the woman into a flurry of blinking to hide the sudden leap of saltwater. "every day," she managed, though the feeling that she was only being an anxious mother occurred to her again.
"am i a fool? dey are old enough to be on dere own way." and yet she hurt for them, and yet she could not help her worry. "i hope dat dey find de path back home one day." a sigh; erzulie pressed on with a wan smile. "more children indeed."