Blacktail Deer Plateau there's something about your love that makes me weak

so focused she had been upon ying that erzulie had not noticed the limp body. now she nosed over its renewed form with a bite of hunger sounding in her gut alongside an alarm. "hello, ying," erzulie answered, a pleasant expression warming her face to hear the proper tones in their visitor's voice. "thank you."
the beta knew the number of rusalkans. she did not know that of ying's. why would the she-wolf wish more fighters? she owed the seawolf nothing, but wished peace in rusalka more than conflict. but she would not ask. that would only make her feel weak and appear ingratiating. too prideful, marie had said, and it was so.
"men come down from de mountains in search of women every year. dey are ready to fight. seek dem."
she paused, a dry humour entering her features despite inner misgivings. "an' if dey will not stay to be your fighters, use dem to breed your own."