Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she refuses gifts,

The call came, and Kaertok answered by arriving with his eyes on the latest face to grace them. The ever-so-brief interaction between the half-faced man and Erzulie led Kaertok to believe they were at least somewhat acquainted. He made a mental note to get to know him as well.

It dawned on him that Rusalka felt more like a home in the past month than Legion had ever felt like in the almost year he had lived with him. He had not connected to a single wolf who had lived there, sans Arbiter, and she had drifted away from him after the children had been born. She had gotten what she'd wanted, he supposed, and whatever he had wanted hadn't mattered.

Kaertok took a seat, making sure to place himself between the newcomer and their leaders. Posturing came naturally to him, and Kaertok wanted it known that he was above him. There were few above him, and Kaertok showed them the same respect he expected from those below him.