Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

sharp-edged and lean with anger, mireille answered the laramite's call. jorunn could not replace her mothers, nor did she wish the woman to do so. but she was not only pack; jorunn had become family, tied tight into the tapestry of she-wolves who defined the cliffs.
it was erzulie's scathing look she raked over the man of pale gold, seeking to pin his eyes with her own in silent judgement as she stepped forward, starting to circle.
"what do he want, jorunn?" mireille drawled in a tone that bid the man shut de fuck up.