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Everything that Rosalyn said from that point on painted a picture in Nieve's head of a tight-knit pack with two strong leaders at its helm. The Ironsea of Nieve's imagining lacked the instability that Rusalka often suffered while also lacking the fractured quality of the pack at present. A family, said Rosalyn, and Nieve felt her heart soar at the idea of a pack so well oiled that every member, blood or not, was just like family. Where would she stand in such a pack?

Little did she know it was the pirate in her that all of this sang to—she had a little of Rosalyn in her after all, inherited no doubt from Erzulie, who wasn't so different when you really broke it all down.

How come you left and came here? Nieve asked. Ironsea sounded a lot like Rusalka, only potentially better than Rusalka was right now. If the pack still existed, Nieve was very sorely tempted to go and check it out. Her mothers must've had a very good reason for leaving if it was truly Rosalyn's favourite pack of all—and a very good reason for staying in Rusalka in spite of current affairs.