Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

Once more, Erzulie seemed more entertained than bothered by her social ineptitude. Harps flushed a little, wishing she wasn’t so awkward, even if her current company didn’t hold it against her. But she had been socialized by just three wolves, each of them so different: her father, (laid-back to a fault), Spur (angry to a fault) and Lele (upbeat to a fault). So her social graces were a bit hit or miss.

The bathing she-wolf confessed to her worries, plus her advanced age. Harps couldn’t relate to the latter, though she could definitely sympathize with the former. She adored her family, even Spur, who was very difficult to love. And she worried about them, especially Lele, and wondered how they were faring without her. Surely they were fine, though her mind and heart often strayed to them. She understood Erzulie on that point.

”How old are you?” This time, she didn’t even realize that it wasn’t a particularly socially acceptable thing to ask. ”You don’t look old.” Granted, she couldn’t see much more than Erzulie’s face but between her enchanting eyes and exotic accent, she struck Harps as ageless, somehow.