Grouse Thicket And just a little too honest to believe that I am saved

She didn't back off.  The opposite, actually, not that Roz wasn't expecting it.  She shouldn't be fighting; but the reasons not to were the same as the reasons she was so deadset on not turning away.  If she and Erzulie were to survive, they would need to take what they could find whenever they came upon it.  Besides, she was mad now.

Niamh targeted her haunches, but Rosalyn had had enough.  She let the other woman get in close, but as she did, have a savage snap at her hind leg.  She wasn't aiming to warn; she was aiming to maim, and if she connected, the bite would be a hard one.  Maybe at one point they could have been friends; and maybe at one point this was a pack Roz might have joined.  But not anymore.