Seaside Moors the paint could peel, the glass could shatter

He was full of questions, and Rosalyn was no expert.  Before last year she'd neither been around nor had interest in children, and to be completely honest, she didn't fully remember all of the milestones.  Time had gotten away from her.  Some days it seemed like only yesterday, others it felt like years.

About a month, I think, to truly move outside.  Talking varies.  It was the best answer she could give.  But until they can hunt for themselves, they'll need the pack around them.  And hopefully... she trailed off, then gave a slight shrug.  Not all stayed, obviously.

It was good to hear he would help.  He sounded so eager that she relented.  I'm sure they'd appreciate visits as well.  It wasn't as if she and Erzulie would keep them isolated, and every so often, a break in the watch was nice.  She trusted Aningan would do them no harm.