Two Rivers Isle asked what had happened this time

"aye, dat be de one. alyx." the girl had known her name; erzulie had not wished to know the title of her pack. but spoken all the same. she studied niamh's drawn features, gilded with sungold and a mother's worry. "my oldest daughter from dis yeah brought her back from de riverbank."
her flanks swelled with a steadying breath, and erzulie glanced toward the waters. they were still rushing, great; even now she was unsure how she might drag the fawn back over. best to fill her belly before the attempt, the seasoned pirate decided. logical mind operated separate of emotional, but now the harlot focused it all upon the firebird.
"she is welcome to stay until" and here a roll of her spice-dark shoulder, for who could know the ways of the stormclouds in these trying times. but that would be niamh's decision; it was odd, erzulie thought, to have so long a feud ended and rusalka given a true boon in alyx washing to their shore.