Blacktail Deer Plateau weld the gates to heaven shut

Rosalyn knew it had been, in part, Erzulie's influence on her that forced her to take the child beneath her reluctant wing.  She had been lucky not only that the woman was there, but that also Erzulie and their children had been on her mind.  She would not have faced the coyotes otherwise.

She heard the sorrow behind her agreement and wasn't sure exactly how to temper it.  She felt it as well.  Cautiously she began, trailing her muzzle to the side in a series of gentle caresses.  It was a silent, tentative offer.

If Erzulie did not feel she was back, then let her show her.  Let her know it in other ways, and let them save more talk of the future for later.  For now she could offer a moment, some measure of intimacy and perhaps the blessing of escape.