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Continuously he treaded along the borders of Rusalka's newest claim. The women were happier here, and in turn, so was he. He lived vicariously through them, in proximity he could feel their joy and he supposed it was a good enough reason for all their hard work in claiming the new lands by the sea. 

As he padded along, a somewhat familiar scent fluttered by on the breeze, catching his attention as the two faced wolf approached. His posture non-too friendly. Although he had no quarrels with the women who had so briefly called Rusalka home, Erzulie's distaste for them, and others, was enough reason for him to offer a growl in greeting. 

No charge, no snarl, only the simple melody as he focused on the pale woman.