Dragoncrest Cliffs soon she shall love

chacal, despite frisking about, soon set the full sum of her focus upon the task at hand. erzulie watched with no small amount of pride as the willowbound girl looked carefully at the stone's setting before she sent it down the slope. it was with a satisfying crack the urchin came apart, sheared perfectly by the accurate aim chacal had made for herself.
a laugh of delight. erzulie nudged softly along the girl's silken shoulder before she fell to her own piece of the sea's offering. "how good it is to live by de water," the harlot sighed joyously when she had finished. the taste of salt and delicate meat from the spiked shell lay sweetly upon her tongue, and at length she began to roll against the earth, for the sheer sensation of it, the pride of being in good company, the pleasant feel of having hunted well.