Felltree Marsh and beautiful-haired muses

Last from me!

Njord’s lips pressed into a thin line as Erzulie recounted the terrors Rosalyn endured. He withdrew into himself, somber. “I’m sorry that ‘appened,” was all he could say. It was easy to forget, in the day to day, how much history the wives had together.

He fell silent for a while, until Haunt’s scent revealed itself to them. Picking up the pace, Njord would follow with Erzulie until they would discover the young wolf, incapacitated.