Ankyra Sound and the cries of your writhings shall rise

Say the word, she responded, though she made no move to do so.  Instead she allowed Erzulie to clean some and did some herself, staying back from the children until she would dry.

Nieve caught her eye as Erzulie tucked her in, small and golden against her mate's tawny fur.  It's funny... that he named her that, Rosalyn said with a wry smile.  She had been too detached when the names were chosen, and after the birth too tired, but now she had space to have a small laugh over it.  That was the Redhawk's name.  She looked sideways at her wife.  I suppose there are worse namesakes to claim?