Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

erzulie had chosen long ago to lead with an indirect touch when it came to the hunting of younger wolves. she wanted to see them in immediate situations from which they must lead themselves away. her presence was a buffer and a sharp one against the slings and arrows of a harsher turn.
so when the red yearling dashed away after their quarry without more than a string of words, erzulie yipped to gain the girl's attention, meaning to summon her back to where the obsidian stood with haunt. there was no need for quiet now; they had been spotted.
"i t'ink two of us should keep her attention, an' one go for de fawn, haunt. what do you t'ink?" she asked of the pale girl, arching a brow in the red child's direction. avicus had made the first gambit. they would look to her counterpart for the next.