Raven's Watch "he is dying, aphrodite;"

erzulie is in heat till 1.8.22 & beyond that i have decided nothing about puppies

unbeknownst to her, erzulie had followed the same route taken by mireille.
the obsidian found herself in strange mountains. the ravens watched her as she climbed a path beside frozen falls, wending between the pine forests blanketed in snow.
it was as if her body did not believe mireille would return and had sent her into a time of replacement; she hated this for herself. grief and the natural incessantness blended together.
cognizant of her position as alone for now, erzulie did not call out. she only searched, keeping as deep into the wilderness as she was able.

Glaukos was on patrol. He was meant to be surveying the canyon with @Arsenio, the newest recruit, but the boy wasn't interested in following the rules at all times. He barely trusted the auxiliary that he'd been training with these weeks, and so he was less inclined to prowl the wasteland with this new stranger.

He had broken away from the canyon hours ago and had spent a decent amount of time finding a way in to the neighboring valley. This was where the battle for Nyra's life had taken place; the memory was an old one by now, but as he retraced his steps he felt a sense of power, a boldness, enter him.

The scent of other wolves piqued his interest and he deviated from his already random path, wondering if he would encounter more strangers today or potentially get his teeth wet. He'd found something: a gathering of coyotes trying to settle in the northern-most ridges. After routing these, Glaukos moved further.

He came to the end of his patrol among the higher reaches of the mountain range, spying down from a high place, where he thought he saw another — and so he moved hastily to intercept it, eager to loose some of his pent-up energy; it wasn't until he came to an even plateau where the woman stood, that he realized it was not another pest, but a wolf.

And something about her fixated him.

there was a large shape on the too-close horizon. erzulie switched her tail and watched the massive wolf stare at her between the trees.
he had moved with a smooth grace not fitting his great form. the obsidian continued to climb until her footing was steady.
she peered at him again, tongue emerging to swipe her lips as mind and body urged her with all the mindlessness of the season. 
"you. stay de fuck away from me," erzulie ordered in a voice gone hoarse with need.

The woman - he was certain now that it was a woman of his own kind now - called to him as he drew nearer.

Glaukos was aware of his prowling, his watchful eye; he did not know what it was that drew him, though she appeared more knowledgeable. Her cry was desperate, needy; he wasn't sure if the order was genuine. It mattered little, as she was not of mereo and held no sway.

Closer, now. Circling. Intrigued by the bewitching quality of the woman, and the power he felt he had; she was small, weak, almost pleading with him with her eyes. Combined, this ignited something powerful inside the boy. No, he wouldn't leave her here - it seemed imperative that he stay.

the scent was what called him near enough to hear the words — but it was those words that caught and held him in place. aniruk might have otherwise moved on from the scene. he had no desire for a woman, children. he had no need of those things, though the season called to him as it did every man.
you. stay de fuck away from me.
his hackles rippled, and he pursued the source until he came upon the pair of wolves. a hulking grey youth, and a woman who appeared... not all wolf, perhaps. it mattered little.
leave. she does not want you, he called to the other male, and made no move to approach either of them. the violence of the season was distasteful to him, but he would sooner see it turned on himself than an unwilling wolf caught alone in heat.

the first wolf advanced. erzulie let out a snarl that promised the end of an eye or a broken tooth at the end of it all. in these moments, at the beginning, she was able to resist.
the appearance of another male brought another chilling growl to bear. erzulie's threat was for him too, despite his words on her behalf. she tucked her tail and sat down in the snow, unwilling to promise herself as a prize.

Had Glaukos understood the changes he was undergoing in these moments, the sudden maturation, and the volatility that would result, he might have withdrawn.

It was certainly something the auxiliary had been told about: to stay away from women, that is. A new rule which came to the ranks of Mereo once the man Germanicus had taken a wife. Glaukos had hardly cared; he never looked upon anyone with lust, until now.

He did not know that it was lust that painted his face — and when a man approached out of thin air, ginger-coated like the woman but younger by far, and a stranger, Glaukos shot them a glare and began to bristle. A look that said: Mind your own business.

Glaukos stalked a few more steps but his attention was divided between the hunkering woman in the snow, who now looked smaller than before and a much easier target, and the spindly young man, who was by Mereo's standards, a rogue to be chased off.

continuing, can go another round or fade here!

when the larger wolf's attention diverted momentarily, erzulie darted away. her growl promised scarring, and she tucked her tail, lips skittering back from fangs if she was followed.
up into the mountains; disappearing into the shadows unless she was pursued. then a man's throat would be in her teeth, and a man's blood on her mouth.