Lone Star Mountain what should we do?

a virgin? at his age? erzulie almost offered to induct him. but the way he spoke of being a husband or a father suggested that his reticence followed more in line with her suspicions. he was a man of honor, and he was waiting to build his family until he had a wife
a gentler smile touched her mouth. erzulie pulled away from the stranger with a more resolute look, stepping sideways into the snow with a friendly wave of her tail, one that still did as she wished.
"i wish you well on your journey," the obsidian murmured. the longer she remained, the more restless she felt. "bo't of your journeys." she would let him parse the implications.
unless he moved to stop her, the cinnamon she-wolf meant to crest the next snowy ridge and continue around the mountain.