Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't Do Sadness

a bolus of salt-laced seaweed pushed into the roundness of her jaw, erzulie could not help the snort of laughter that issued from her nostrils. "so de boy gets de first tas' of what it is to be a man," she remarked warmly, exhanging a knowing glance with the archangel looming close.
in some respects, there was a relaxation inside the woman to know it had been no rival loners roaming close who attacked the young wolf. she dealt first with his cheek, deftly licking the moistened leaf across the lacerations, and then bathed the cuts upon his ankle in the same. the eye, however; erzulie clucked over the swelling and applied her own tongue to the angry flesh around the affected socket.
"best be keepin' close while you on de mend," the healer stated softly, settling back upon her cinnamon haunches. "tell me about dis woman." two-toned eyes glinting with a sudden slyness, inviting the boy to speak despite the ache and stings of the tears rent his flesh by the rival.