Dragoncrest Cliffs I was snared by a sickness, some fever in my lungs

He obeyed eagerly, setting off to do as she asked.  Rosalyn watched him go silently, then smiled.  She'd forgotten how it felt to have their loyalty as hers, she and Erzulie.  It was different than before, and it settled some part of her that had been rocked wayward this past year.  Maybe it was selfish of her, but she had never felt the attachment to wolves accepted by another that she did those brought in by her own decision.

The woman still lurked at the back of her mind, but Rosalyn turned with an easier posture than he'd found her in and set off in the opposite direction.  She'd attend to the south while he took over here.