Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

small powerplay here

erzulie was not unused to the presence of men, but she did not welcome it. however, she was also wolf. when zigzag lay down aside her, the harlot turned from her grooming to begin a gentle preen to the back of his nape, smoothing the saltwater away. "abou' t'ree mon'ts," she answered, pausing to count in her head.
"long enough to see smokestep come an' go, long enough to see rosalyn become de captain." she smirked against the man's fur, then picked up the trail of conversation once more. "you be here longer den me, i t'ink."