Dragoncrest Cliffs a paean

The name of the place was obviously butchered by whatever was wrong with her mouth. The sounds were stilted and garbled. She listened dispassionately, noting the question was much clearer. The pack name didn't sound familiar either way; she knew of no place that sounded even remotely similar.

I am Rosalyn, Erzulie's wife. She answered. And you, clearly, ran into trouble. She lay down, allowing light to filter from behind and the entrance space to open once more.

I want to be sure none of it followed you. Will we see any of it here? Simple yes and no questions were perhaps for the best.