Erebus unfastened the leather ties of the bear hide and laid the heavy garment over the railing. Beneath the cloak he wore a simple homespun shirt and breeches; the latter tucked into rough leather boots. The shirt was stretched tight against his powerful frame and he struggled slightly with it as he pulled the garment over his head and stepped out into the rain.<br/><br/>“Are they following beauty, or their own lust?”   He asked in response to her statement, as the rain began to wash through his hair and beard.<br/><br/>“You know I am a skinwalker; as much wolf as I am man.”   He said matter-of-factly as he tilted his head to the sky. “I don’t fear the night, because it is my home. It is my partner in the hunt.”<br/><br/>He ran his hands through his thick dark hair and beard, washing the blood and mead from him.  Then he looked at Retta, his eyes a soft amber in the night. “What are you afraid of?”