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This is open to anyone she hasn't officially met yet: @Dægmar @Pheiros @Brouhaha @Dagfinn ... Or someone outside Legion, if we want to place this near the borders. :)

She'd dreamed of Artemis again. The goddess had shown her how to hunt for mice. Haunt had privately scoffed at such small, easy prey—she hardly needed a lesson to capture rodents—but she'd gone along with it. She'd even learned something new. Afterward, while they'd shared their small but satisfying repast, Artemis had explained they would have to work their way up to larger prey. She would show Haunt everything she knew and she expected the arktoi to put her lessons to use in the waking world in order to pay her homage.

Wide awake now, Haunt carried a freshly killed mouse toward a small clearing and set it down on the cold, dry grass. She then began looking around for sticks. Not really understanding what she was doing or why, Haunt carefully placed the sticks around the tiny corpse. Then she got a wild hair and sought out something a little prettier to add to the small display. She snatched a blue jay's feather out of a thicket and placed it over the tiny, stiff mouse. Then she left.

Hours later, she returned to the site to find the mouse gone. There was no blood and the sticks were untouched. And the feather was—changed! She blinked rapidly at the larger, reddish brown feather. Haunt sniffed around curiously but couldn't detect any scents, canine or otherwise. Her ears fell backward uncertainly, not entirely sure what to make of any of this.