Dragoncrest Cliffs full heart, empty hands

erzulie shook her head. she walked alongside jorunn, setting a slower pace between the dark trunks of greatpine wildwood. here the cold was not so harsh, the wind not so brash. 
"sapphique be a place of women," she said quietly, her mind filling not with the faces of her daughters but her sons and njord. "we have always been supported by de men of de family."
rosalyn — "my wife an' i have raised fourteen children between us. mostly t'ose of our body, but not all." it was not a form of bragging. a pack existed only through the strength of its leadership to produce pups each year.