Blacktail Deer Plateau I am no upstart demon, scrabbling in the dirt of the soul.

Reyes seemed eager to get going, leaving Nieve temporarily in his dust when he lurched forward. She faltered for just a second before leaping into action, trotting to catch up with Reyes' frenzied stride. To go along with the purpose in his steps was an atypical loquaciousness that Nieve recognized for the nerves that fuelled it. She couldn't bear to think what might have befallen Rosalyn on the coast, if indeed she had gone back there ... nor could she bear to crush Reyes' flickering flame of hope.

Besides, Nieve believed just as firmly that, I'm sure mom's okay. She's strong, stronger than anyone. Rosalyn had, in Nieve's opinion, always been the strongest wolf in all of Rusalka. Caiaphas was undeniably more cunning, Erzulie more driven, Raleska more devoted ... but Rosalyn was the strongest of these main fixtures. The ocean would be insane to take her on, she quipped, and desperately hoped that was true.