Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

When Erzulie pulled herself to the edge of her bath, Harps craned her neck to watch her, prepared to jump to her feet to get out of the way. But then the older she-wolf hunkered down there, speaking of wives and endless strings of men. As a matter of fact, Harps didn't know what "harlot" meant, though Erzulie didn't immediately supply an explanation.

"I don't think I'd want a wife any more than a husband," the yearling pondered aloud, seeing no particular difference between them, even though she knew how children were made. "I want friendship, I guess. I've never had a friend before." She hadn't even realized it until this very moment. But it was true. Lele was her friend, even her best friend, but she was also her older sister, so it wasn't the same thing.

"Anyway, what's a harlot?" Harps queried innocently, the question interrupted by an abrupt yawn.