Blacktail Deer Plateau get it together and bring it back to me

She swallowed thickly as the two finished him. Harps couldn’t help staring at the corpse, even when the white wolf latched onto his throat and dragged the body away. When they were out of sight, her copper gaze dropped to the smears of bright red blood in the snow, steaming slightly in the chill air.

As before, Erzulie’s voice drew her attention. She blinked dumbly at the woman, then again as her comrade rejoined them and thanked her for helping. Her accent was even stranger than Erzulie’s. Harps felt the weight of their gazes, their expectation.

”I—” she began to protest that she hadn’t done much of anything. Harps was still processing the entire situation, particularly the killing. ”Okay,” she found herself saying, aware that she was throwing her lot in with cold-blooded killers.

But that was what she wanted: a pack. And packs looked out for each other, defended what belonged to them, sometimes to the death. Harps still wasn’t sure she was cut out for it but she swallowed again and looked to Erzulie, bobbing her snout and just hoping she could learn the ropes and find her footing, become part of this family that had actually chosen her.