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A hunt with strangers. Rosalyn was not particularly trusting, even on her daughter's word, but learning such a thing outside of their own borders would give her an opportunity. It was not a lesson that Rosalyn ever looked forward to teaching herself, and now even less so than the years before. She had never been a focused pack hunter.

Perhaps, when it is over, we can meet these friends of yours. Yes? Rosalyn asked, the implicit yes lending her a small smile. If Erzulie was fine with it, so was she, and she could see in her wife's gaze that a similar sentiment existed. They could not hide their children from the world, and the temptation to do so had left her a while ago. It always found them eventually - better for them to be prepared in their own time.