Swiftcurrent Creek you call out

Idk why I love putting Haunter in awkward situations.

Fox snorted at his remark about Ferdie. “That guy is a trip.” She still wasn't sure what to think of the strange creature that Haunter had greeted at there borders a few days before the cougar. Ferdie was... bizarre, at the very least. Then again, Fox could not say that she was completely normal, and she certainly would not say such a thing about any of her crew here at Swiftcurrent Creek. Perhaps it should be renamed Swiftcurrent Quirk. It made her wonder where the stinky old Lecter was and if he was just stealing from their caches without replenishing them. The horrid thing was Fox's least favorite thing about the creek, and yet she could not find it in herself to turn him away. Mostly because even being close to him made her stomach turn.

It seemed her half-assed compliment had somehow gotten to the oh-so-stoic Haunter, and she looked at him expectantly as he coughed instead of spoke. Somehow he managed to change the subject entirely, and Fox quirked a brow. “Tuwawi took care of them,” she replied, “Although that was a couple of days ago, and there’s this one spot I can’t reach.” Standing up and shuffling over to Haunter, she positioned herself so that her shoulder blade was easily accessible to him. The cat's claw had hooked in on the left shoulder and dragged across her back, making it damn-near impossible for her to clean those particular wounds.