Seaside Moors Hungry Soul

"you be in luck. we could use anot'er hunter," she said softly. her mind half-focused upon valravn, and erzulie sighed again, wondering if she should inform this boy.
"it is bettah to be inside a pack. especially for de winter." the harlot shot him a sidelong glance, pressed toward the center where her old densite stood. there was some pain in the departure, she found; sorrow trickled into her, for this one was young, and reminded her of the children who had departed to find their own way. 
"it be good to know you, njord. my wife is de ot'er leader in rusalka. rosalyn. she holds de cliffs some days' travel away wid ot'ers of us."