Lone Star Mountain what should we do?

his words flowed like water. he was a man of water. he traveled with young wolves from his pack, seeking relocation. he thought she was frightening. erzulie laughed, a rich sound that carried. she did not care who heard her. 
"i have my own pack. what i be wantin' is a man's company for a while before i return." there was no plainer way to say this than she had now. travel did not interest her; pinning this man with her gaze and watching him bow, squirm, and deny the season was more than enough sport to keep her mind delving to darker places.
"now, if it will not be you, den i will go. i would not want to continue frightenin' you," the seawife said in a low drawl, teasing him now with a seeking barbed edge.
she wondered if he had a wife back home.