Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

Regin did not hesitate after her mother had spliced another bone open. She licked the marrow up eagerly and cleaned her muzzle and lips with a few swipes of her tongue. The young siren would have been content to simply clean the marrow from any bone in their vicinity, if that were possible. However, Erzulie seemed to have found something of interest and had invited Gin to test the scent of it with an instructive chuff.
 
The siren approached and lowered her dark head toward the pawprint. Gin sniffed it but drew her head back at the unfamiliarity. Yet there was something there that she felt she had smelled before. Glancing toward her mother, Regin tilted her head to the side and frowned. “Who’s that?”