Blacktail Deer Plateau there's something about your love that makes me weak

Attracting enthusiastic males would not be a problem, but Ying was concerned that they would not stay. She was not desperate enough to use her own womb as bait. If I am a mother, the children will be fighters anyway. A small laugh, shared with an old companion. The pair had fought once before, and once in opposition; Erzulie knew that Ying was capable. 

She shook her head and returned to a neutral expression. I need fighters who can stay. I am making a — what had Hydra called it? — a group of fighters, for protecting things. Ying wanted to be known as a protector, as a guardian; she wanted wolves to fear scorning her sisters, if only because of her wrath.