Blacktail Deer Plateau unhilt the black grimoire of death

erzulie flung up her head, surprised; hackles clambered in shock atop her sharpjut shoulders, but all at once she had smoothed into a visibly amused veneer of calm. "i see you been practicin' dat stalk," the harlot teased gently, standing to her paws. 
he was young, and she fully expected him to be embarrassed. standing over the boy, she lowered her muzzle. "would you like a lesson?"