Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she refuses gifts,

Others trickled in, most of whom he recognized. Njord was a good sort, as was Grim. Aningan he barely recognized, but there was some sense of familiarity there for him. He had been the one to take over when Kaertok left before.

Kaertok struggled to understand each and every word Erzulie said on account of her thick accent, but he got the gist of it. It was good news to him, who had left once because of the constant shift in leadership. The new name did not mean much to him, but that did not matter much to him, either.

The sharp glance from the newcomer did not go unnoticed, but Kaertok ignored it in favor of keeping his attention on Erzulie as she spoke, then to Rosalyn as she reiterated what Erzulie had said (sans the thick accent). These were values that Kaertok already held. He had been trained a fighter since he was young, but it was not always the way to earn trust, he knew.

Raleska was oddly nowhere to be found, and he glanced in the spaces between the gathered wolves, wondering where she might be.