[Merida feels a strange sense of relief roll through her when she hears Elizabeth's voice, immediately switching the feed to private. Hermione's network might be composed of those who wished to keep in contact with each other through different means, but there was no sense in never being too careful.]

Yours as well, Elizabeth. [She sighs a little.] You'll have to forgive me for making this private. I have my reasons.

[As private as it was with her on the back of a bison anyway. There's a thoughtful hum; she'd heard rumors last Samhain of such a pup. God...Elizabeth was like Kirei then. A follower of the God those crazy cultists in her time believed in.]

He has shown me kindness by coming to meet me not once but twice, an' tellin' me of my homeland an' my mother, givin' me reason to believe His word over Morla's. He's a connection to that place for me, one of th' only ones I have.

[The Black Shuck is important to her, for many reasons, but that one is the most prominent.]

I'm afraid I'm not quite so inclined, even with all things considered. I have never laid eyes on one before, but I wish to help them in any way I can. For them to lose their voices an' throw off th' balance of life an' death...there must be somethin' else happenin'.