Ankyra Sound He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river

Her scent would draw someone, she knew.  And she shouldn't have worried - by the time she reached the trees, any thought of who was banished.  So long as they were good to look at and trusted to please she didn't have the capacity to be picky.  

She spotted Firefly from the corner of her eye and turned to face him.  As she did, her mind did clarify for a moment, and she felt a second's hesitation.  She'd be lying if she said the man hadn't crossed her mind as an option since their conversation, but she had thought maybe she saw too much of herself in him.  She'd had in mind maybe to seek someone with more of Erzulie's heart than her edge - but he was here.  And if she allowed him to do this, their children would truly share blood.  It wouldn't matter all that much since they wouldn't know differently regardless, but it was enough to quiet her reservations.

She needed this, just this once.  Then fate could decide if she was fit to be a mother.

She let out a soft growl of invitation and curved around, indicating that he should come forward.  If he was willing to make good on his offer with her as well, now was the time.