Alpine Lake soon she shall give them

Erzulie cutting herself off had brought Rosencrantz's gaze upon her, hardening as she seemed to think and ponder over the scents lingering here. They were not strong, in the wind it could barely be called anything close to claimed - but someone had come and gone, perhaps passing through or moved on elsewhere. Erzulie's gaze met his, having no history with either scent or the "firebirds" in question, all he had for her questioning stare was; Is scent theirs? He too only interested in the group in question if they were indeed the birds and not some other group... the less who knew the better.