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The howl took her by surprise, making the yearling jump a little. When she realized that it was Erzulie announcing her acceptance into the ranks, she felt a jolt of heat pass through her, a strange mixture of joy, mortification and wonder. It left a lingering warmth beneath her skin, particularly her cheeks. Harps couldn't remember the day of her birth, though she sincerely doubted she had ever been welcomed anywhere with such enthusiasm. Spur had probably spat in her newborn face, actually.

Ignoring that errant thought, Harps whispered a mildly awed, "I'm Harps," to Ying, eyes watching as the she-wolf moved off toward the borderline. Her copper gaze drifted back to Erzulie and it struck her then: this was her leader, her superior, and she owed her thanks and submission alike. Harps bowed her head.