Honeyed Pasture inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

beautiful he was, with dark-rimmed eyes the color of some shaded pool, his pelt pristine as snowfall. and yet erzulie wondered at her perception of something in his nature that told the harlot he held no potential for her. then there was of course the matter of his frenzied search. 
the ironsea wolfess shook her dark-spice muzzle. "i cannot help you wid dat," she told the boy, "but if you be wantin' help findin' him, i will help you search." her mismatched eyes floated across his features as she spoke; pity, erzulie decided, but turned her attention now fully to the task at hand.