Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] to everyone, for helen

the redfurred sapphiquian had studiously circumvented her path for a long while; it was part of why erzulie prowled so cunningly for him. she knew that men found her desirable out of season; within it the harlot gained a formidable knife's-point that she was happy to whet upon the man of her choosing.
and, as she had told merlin, this year that was him.
when his crimsondark pelt filled her gaze, the harlot grinned and stalked to circle him once, settling along his left flank with a sibilant growl crooning in her throat. "i not be forgettin'."
she suspected that too, this had not escaped his mind.