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

The hostility - it rolled off of her, but Rosalyn remained fixed, staring at the golden woman as she disappeared.  As she did so, a sinking sensation settled in the pirate's gut.  All through their travels so far, the Redhawks had been a silent fallback in her mind.  Perhaps, if everything went south, she'd thought, there was at least one pack out there who might have room for them.  Who she had left on good terms.

Apparently she poisoned everything she touched.

The wilds had never felt more crowded.  She gave a small, snorting laugh, then shook her head and turned back.  Well, least she could do was partake in the spoils.  She dug in opposite Erzulie, keeping an eye on the trees behind.  If anyone came, they'd need to clear off pretty quickly.