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

Harps didn't quite follow Erzulie's command, though the "wee" made her think of that strangely aggressive male pissing on the dying deer's head before ending its life. Perhaps the she-wolf intended to mark the body once they were done disposing of him, whatever that entailed.

The yearling said nothing, merely nodded respectfully, prepared to obey now that she was part of the pecking order. She had never done this—any of this—before, yet even among her small family, there had been a hierarchy. Harps, as the youngest, had always been at the bottom, so obedience and submission would come easily to her.