Emberflame Ridge beat your breasts, young (m)aidens

erzulie watched him approach, test the air. she lashed her plume again, this time aware that she sent a tidal wave of her scent toward the man with the gesture. the deep tone vibrated in the air. he asked to approach.
the obsidian crooned back, surrendering herself to the natural order. her posture relaxed, tail curving at her hocks. 
she did not want to speak. did not want to know his name.
and somewhere in the air hung the mark of fierce avicus, but erzulie was beyond heeding. perhaps this might be a way to truly unite their packs as allies, unless the red girl had designs upon this man.
erzulie reached confidently to read the stories caught in the proud hackles of the stranger.