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the young man sat down with an outflung breath, and erzulie slanted her muzzle to regard him further. at this distance, she could see the handsome cast to his roughshod features. and his next words confirmed 'twas love that had set him so wretchedly at her side. erzulie listened until he had finished; she tapped her chai-cream plume with a small forepaw, giving an amused smirk at his praise.
"someone you were tryin' to kill," the harlot repeated. "but you did not kill her — you took her instead." a vaguely knowing light entered her eyes; she wondered if he would correct her assumption it was a she-wolf who had chastised him so. "dis pretty stranger would like to know if you have made amends wid dis woman who you left alive."