Dragoncrest Cliffs some say an army of horsemen,

erzulie laughed richly, delighted by his unsure footing. "yes. you are wid me." she had encountered the more shaking culls before: inexperienced and dispassionate until they were roused. 
"i will show you what i mean. you tell me if it be somet'ing enjoyable." he was discomforted by her presence, her nearness; the obsidian relished that perhaps she was overwhelming, but for this purpose she slid back her spice-dark ears and extended her muzzle seekingly. 
toward his shoulder first, gentle presses of her lips upward to the side of his throat, the bulb of his ear. if he did not understand the weight in her words, perhaps merlin might understand a different language. erzulie was patient enough to discover him slowly.