"Not now, not now!" she said, to something that wasn't there. "I'm busy, on the thing you wanted me to do, in fact. So stop watching over my shoulder." She reached out her other hand as well, spreading her four blue fingers and two thumbs over the glassy surface, and started to sing. "Aah, Erzulie, ma egba." Throm'ka, it spoke - not through its mouth, and not to her ears. This word betrayed it as a shaman. An ear flicked. The wolf stared intently - not exactly at Yemoya herself. "Ursala Earthwielder," she said, with a voice. "Excuse me for a moment," she murmured, and toppled over backwards.