Dragoncrest Cliffs return of the pistolero

erzulie had been focused upon the glint of those still-sharp hooves against the snow. downed though it was, the doe would harm whomever strayed too close, and the harlot refused to let that target become haunt or njord.
it occurred to her that she was rather out of practice as a teacher for those who were not children; she returned to herself, a wave of her plume slicing a lash of approval through the cold air for their gambit. mintgold eyes watched njord head through the white, and then she was snapping toward the chin of the deer, feinting, harrying, nipping the shoulder here and there as the animal surged and bellowed in the drift, unable to rise as sapphique converged upon it.