Ankyra Sound One time friends, I had a ma, I even had a pa

foolish foolish foolish
the redhawk bitch snapped at her — had erzulie known that the other felt their attack was unfair, she would have laughed aloud. there was no fairness in stalking and trespassing, no fairness in seeking to wound her lover so many weeks ago. and so the harlot growled low, keeping herself upon the coward's heels.
she had almost gotten out of reach of svalinn's call when it rang out, mirroring what she had said to rosalyn the last time they had seen the redhawk. and though anger burned in her, erzulie regained some semblance of a level head and slowed, clipping her teeth audibly one final time as a warning.
when the redhawk had sped off, becoming a speck in the distance, the woman whirled, stalking back along the sound toward the children, tail flung bannerlike.
"i do not care what dat woman was to you before," she spat coldly, eyes flashing between the tall boy and his willowy sister. "she is not dat now. she would have killed rosalyn before we met your mother; she followed us all this way, and for what? she is not to be trusted. no redhawk is. if your mother went back to dem, i doubt she would be so warmly received. only family, oui? only de wolves who follow caiaphas in de sound."
angry, yes, and worried that the young ones had no idea how to break prior ties. it would not do well for them in the future if they could not move on now. she glanced between raleska and svalinn again, waiting for whatever they would say, and then glanced to rosalyn.