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"why you offended, boy?" erzulie growled in a throated trill, ears fitted against her skull as she drew her dripping pelt away from the somber male. tongue emerging from her jaws, the she-wolf began to lick the saltwater from her limbs, pausing ever so often to peer at her savior. he crouched like a gargoyle nearby — erzulie lifted her honeyed muzzle to regard the man in silence.
sable-furred and long-limbed, the wolf cut a commanding figure even in his consternation. the sea ran in rivulets along her cheeks; the swab considered this was perhaps another ironsea leader, and let out her breath in a wry chuff. erzulie did not entertain such notions that he would open to her, but there was no longer such a thing as a wasted chance in her world. "it be in yo' favor dat i am able to clear such t'oughts from yo' head." her voice only hinted at suggestion; if he would but turn, the full breadth of her subtext would rest in the mint-glow gaze she had placed full upon him.