Swiftcurrent Creek your majesty

Home was as elusive as a term (in its definition) to Clarice as love was. She was never in one place for too long, though it was not for lack of desire to. She moved with her voices, her Loa; if they were discontent, so too was she.
xxxxxxBut she was content! Soon she would swell with the child of Sos, and bring to Him a single perfect child. Her greatest sacrifice, but her worship was limitless, unending. For Him, she would do anything.
xxxxxxSo high were her spirits that the woman could not be brought down. The presence of a dark wolf that hardly smelled of the Creek called to her attentions, and she peered sidelong before chirping out in her high-pitched voice, Handsome! And oh, the Loa did seem to approve, humming in unison. Sos would enjoy him, surely, in some way! But she was moving, unable to stop, her mind running rampant.