Wapun Meadow imfou

the bear, the song, the crying children of sapphique. mireille's fierce resolution. "i miss her," she whispered. not knowing what 'matant' meant, heda asked, "you're one of hers then? that means your grandmothers are erzulie and rosalyn. there was a big pack hunt in the taiga one year. it's where i really got to know mireille." there was some relief here, some gentling warmth to know 
sleepy fox hollow. at first as she tried to picture the place, she did not register what etienne was saying. 
her — scent? 
anselm. the way etienne shifted uncomfortably. 
perhaps she had denied it. perhaps she had ignored it.
heda stared at the other wolf, realizing that this anselm had carried her fragrances home and oh, oh no — "he smells that way because he attacked me. n-not for that reason, but. i met him once in the mountains. he was so cruel to me there and made me leave. he found me again in the valley and his cruelty was worse. you see i lost the fight i started with him." split lip and the rabble of bruises upon the side of her face and collarbone, the deeper unseen ache of where his hard shoulder had all but cracked her sternum; "i won't be here long. just let me get ava and ill go."
anselm.