Blacktail Deer Plateau did you really ever think I gave a damn about you

absently nuzzling nieve's ears, erzulie turned a sharp eye upon the pallid male who directed their attention toward the smoke, then aningan. they would remain here. there was a lawlessness welling within the harlot; she brushed her lips over the heads of the children pressed to her, cried out for their lost siblings — aningan was not her leader. caiaphas was not.
she was the protector of her own children, and her trust in others had long since died.
giving a quiet nod, the jezebel motioned her brood into the woodland; they would look for a den, dig caches close to its center. if the sea did not settle before winter arrived, the weald would provide a substitute for their ragged little band.