Dragoncrest Cliffs get haunted

The weather showed no sign of improving but Haunt couldn't bear it anymore. Driven by hunger—which weakened her even more than the weeks of convalescence preceding her stint here—she pushed through the drifts of snow in search of something, anything, to eat.

Her energy sapped quickly, however, and she was forced to stop and rest. Her legs shook slightly from the effort as her stomach gave an audible growl, pinching painfully. Haunt's head hung low between her slender white shoulder blades as she took stock of herself and came to a reluctant conclusion.

Tipping her snout into the wind in the hopes it would carry her voice, the youth called for @Kaertok.