Dragoncrest Cliffs the ghost of cincinnati

Rosalyn stood, indifferent to the rain that soaked them. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, though the lightning that would surely follow the rumbling thunder could prove dangerous at this height.

Rosalyn was not sure she believed the girl, that she was here to 'stay', but she took the fact that this was her aim right now at face value. Things changed and the pirate's estimation of loyalty had become pessimistic. Not because they held little of it - but because at the end of the day, a wolf had many masters. And a pack or a lead was merely one of these.

She will be gone before winter, she guessed (unfairly), but outwardly she nodded. Then welcome back. Come on, let's find shelter before this gets worse. They could return to the caves and wait out the storm there. Doubtless Erzulie would be happy to see the girl as well.