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Avicus isn't ignorant to the changes in Sapphique's leader. her eyes fill with something akin with concern, and she dips her head in the deepest respect, then pushes the haunch forward with her nose. it's the whole thing, flank to hoof, and she hopes the pack can make use of it.

i y—hhleft you, help my frien', she recounts, staring at a fixed point upon Erzulie's cheek. whih' woman—bigh whih' woman—kill my ma.

rage suffuses her features, her gaze burning dark in a hollowed face. i wih'll kill her now, Avicus says, and it's as much a promise to herself as to the woman before her. me an' my pacgkh.

she lets out a deep exhale and pretends not to smell the meat-scent rising up, slowly thawing before them.

be careful, she warns. whih' womanh. . .kill. coul' kill your fami'y. ih—ihhh alive.