Nova Peak and sailed to troy,

erzulie regarded the approaching figure with interest. there was little wolf in the air of her, but the curiosity of this alone drew her own steps up. she let her two-toned gaze travel in observation, then swung her plume in a soft arc. the electricity of the season still cracked in the air, but inside the cage of her ribs she guarded a secret.
"do you be knowin' de pack dat once lived here?" she inquired. sagtannet had long been swept away, but the seawife was still wary and still careful, exploring every rock between her forepaws for even a hint of the aggressive mountainwolves.