Felltree Marsh the heron's legs.

There was nothing Avicus could have done. Nothing any of them could have done. If it was possible to reach into the storm and pluck a wolf clean out of it, then Erzulie and Rosalyn would have done exactly that. Even knowing all this, Sobo experienced a moment of shared guilt with Avicus. He should have been with his sister.

He blinked back at the red she-wolf. Ya know Erzulie? Or be it mamá Rosalyn? He was curious to know how she had come to know his mothers. He had a niggling sense that perhaps he had seen her before, now that she mentioned it, but could not unearth any specific memory.

We would appreciate it if ya keep an eye out an’ let us know at Sapphique if ya see her, he said on a pleading breath. His nerves from moments before had quieted for the time being, for which he was grateful. My name be Sobo. What be yours?