Dragoncrest Cliffs the ghost of cincinnati

It sounded like the pack was doing well, especially if it could support puppies. Haunt wondered if they belonged to Rosalyn and Erzulie, though she still didn't understand how that worked. Since they couldn't breed with one another, perhaps they'd permitted a more conventional pairing to do the honors. The yearling's speculation ended there.

"I told Erzulie I intended to return, so I have," Haunt replied to Rosalyn's probing question, offering a small smile and a soft twitch of her tail. "I never actually found my mother. I was... waylaid." Her missing body parts surely spoke for themselves. She didn't say it outright but the implication was clear: I gave up. "I'd like to pick up where I left off with my hunting duties, if you'll have me. I haven't let this slow me down," she assured, raising her stump slightly.