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

her blow landed; blood filled her mouth. the harlot gave a dire grin beneath the gore, a snarl promising that she would tear a new wound in the strange she-wolf if given half the chance. flanking rosalyn, erzulie watched tensely as the woman limped a retreat, and then her mintglow gaze found that of the pirate. "she not be wor't it, love," the jezebel decided, her voice loud enough to mock the coward. 
turning to the kill, she began to gorge herself, intending to carry off as much of it as she was able. the wolf was wreathed with the scent of others, and lone creatures could not stand against them. this meat belonged to them, so long as they were able to defend it, but it was not worth injury or death.