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one ear had been tipped backward, listening to what nieve had been saying. she would make a good scout, erzulie thought fondly of her sharpwit child before turning her attention to the figure swiftly approaching.
she was tall and lithe, a calm hue to her fur, but a masculine cast to her overall features that erzulie found poignant. "bonjour, madame," the harlot greeted pleasantly, dipping her head in a bow.
"my daughter an' i were intrigued by your pack. we wanted to come by an' see who it was made dere home heah."
careful to hold back the name of rusalka; she did not yet trust the woman. arranging her expression into one of gentle formality, erzulie waited.