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their voices are both filled with pain. it weighs heavy between them, the source of Erzulie's still yet unknown to Avicus but familiar all the same. she exhales slightly, casting her head toward which she came, just to the southeast.

bloodh, she says briefly, face serious. will kill her. hhlivee free. hunnhh'. kill.

words couldn't express it. it's the way of the wolves, and though she knows Erzulie understands, her brand of primal energy goes beyond what words can describe.

ah— ah-hlly. you. your packgh. friens'.

and she means it. Avicus watches the woman, insistent on understanding. she will not harm Sapphique, no, and she wishes desperately for their support.