Lone Star Mountain what should we do?

he bowed to her. whether or not he meant it, the stranger appeased the part of erzulie wishing for respectful suitors. his quick smile glowed and she saw how handsome he was. there was a moment of deep amusement for her, that this should be the only time of year she saw any appeal in men.
"an' you?" she searched his face, a brow lifting softly. erzulie knew she was beautiful. for a long time it had been the only thing prized about her. until the teekons. until rosalyn.
but now she used her countenance as a tether, garotting the man closer and closer to her. he was not a coward. he was not a boy. he was not a wolf she could love, but only so far.
he was a stranger, hale and well-built under the harsh glow of sun upon snow.
erzulie waved her tail, first to mirror his own, and then deliberately. how old did he believe her? surely not young enough to misunderstand what was happening to her.
there was a knowing curve to the harlot's mouth.