Barrow Fields who is doing you wrong?

He nodded as she spoke. The moors were flat, and he didn't miss it. The exposure he felt in its presence, made him feel like they were vulnerable to not only the weather, as Erzulie had clarified, but to anyone looking in. Despite the difficulties in finding them, he was glad they chose somewhere else and looked forward to seeing what they have chosen as their new home (and how long they would remain there until once again forced to move for one reason or another). 

From the sound of it, they were cliffs too, another higher elevation like the plateau with which he could look out into the distance - preferably ignoring the island that haunts him so. At least it sounded safer than the moors.

More information was thrown his way, unaware of the bad blood between Rusalka and the pack called Firebirds, he would remember that now. A frown etched across his face when the mention of one of them being missing, what he assumed was one of the youths. Who is it? I can help. It's the least I could do.