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giving a noncommital grunt, the harlot swept her eyes to the horizon before returning her attention to valtari. "i am dere mot'er. i would do anyt'ing it took to keep dem alive." what is left of them, her ragged spirit reminded the woman, and a stab of anguish speared through her. 
"dere is a pack not far from heah, an' from de smell of it, faltering. dere caches will not be as guarded," erzulie mused, before a long pause thrummed between them. "but why steal if we could join dem?" she suggested. "it is not some'ting i want to do, but nor do i want de teef of a rival pack turned against my children."