Ankyra Sound a foul-breathed chora howls, besides

Erzulie knew little more than Raleska; the news stung at the Eyjolfur's heart, and a new despair settled within her stomach. Rosalyn was her friend - her mentor - and in many ways, her anchor.

Raleska had lost everything.

She had lost her father, her brothers.

She had lost her mother.

Illidan.

She had lost her home, and now..

A choked sob burst from her lips, reined quickly inwards by a steeled gasp; no, she would not cry. Rosalyn was fine, she was sure of it.. they would find her, and everything would be okay.

Stealing a final, sorrowful glance back at The Grotto (which looked a horrid sight, with frothing dark water gushing from its mouth in unnatural waves), Raleska nodded numbly, nudged at Clementine, and followed after Erzulie.

Yet not without one last howl -- a howl that barely climbed over the howling wind -- a howl for any wolves still left in Rusalka, to let them know they had no choice but to move on.