Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

His stiffness was acceptable. Any fears she might have had that he had come back to be repaid were vanquished as he allowed her to trace his scent back in her memories. Deep into the core of her instincts, where a mere scent could trigger a recollection and for a time, there was nothing familiar about him. 

The name, however, caused her ears to prick. The seawitch. Her breath hitched and she held it for a moment. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth as the acidic tang of terror was recalled. It was not Caiaphas' name which had sparked it, but something familiar about his scent that made her recall someone. She remembered the girl...The one whose shoulders and brow were marked with ash; whose skull had been crushed and dashed upon the cliffs by the hefty paw of Shardik! She drew in a sharp breath and recoiled so she could see his face, her narrowed pupils shadowed by the drop of puffy eyelids. 

"Raleska," She breathed, a name which had never touched her tongue before. The name she knew; the face, the sour eyes, the way her mothers had treated her as one of their own, though she had had little to do with the children. Something about him brought the brooding young woman to mind. If he was Caiaphas' son, then Raleska would have been his sister. But that did not male him Valravn's uncle. 

Her eyes clouded. "Valravn is my brot'er. We were raised side by side.
I remember de scent of Raleska; I was dere de day she died.
Who be you, then, Svalinn? Why do you call 'im your nephew?
I know how he be related to me- but not 'ow he is related to you."

She believed now that he'd fabricated something; spun some story of a relationship which did not make sense, thinking he could get away with it since Erzulie was dead. She would be the only one who would know exactly who he was- and why it was he'd lied about being Valravn's uncle.