Raven's Watch "he is dying, aphrodite;"

there was a large shape on the too-close horizon. erzulie switched her tail and watched the massive wolf stare at her between the trees.
he had moved with a smooth grace not fitting his great form. the obsidian continued to climb until her footing was steady.
she peered at him again, tongue emerging to swipe her lips as mind and body urged her with all the mindlessness of the season. 
"you. stay de fuck away from me," erzulie ordered in a voice gone hoarse with need.