Seaside Moors who this time am I to persuade

Someone else joins them on the dreary shore, someone pale and vaguely familiar. 

Sorry. I hadn't known-- then Erzulie comes in, elaborates. Her words make his stomach clench and his brows push together in concern. Bears, those lumbering and cruel beasts that only knew violence. A grizzly's fist swinging through the air in all its dreadful inertia and momentum. 

Now, possessed by urgency, nosing toward the wolfdog leader. He follows close behind in her footsteps. Thin nose swinging slow back and forth like a divining rod though he worried that the frequent rains would have washed the boy's smell away.

He starts, shakes his head. No need for such damning thoughts.