Dragoncrest Cliffs get haunted

that's okay. vex assures her softly. that's okay, he reiterates. we'll get 'em; we will. we'll ask him and we'll find mom but first, let's get out of this snow, yeah? answers wouldn't do them any good if they froze to death. it strikes him, suddenly ( and rather stupidly ) that while haunt was able to cross in and out of the borders as she willed, he wasn't. worry for her strikes him again, lashing out at him like the crack of a whip. she was safe with him but she hadn't eaten in days. vex frowns so deep he worries for a moment that his face might stay fixed that way ...which might be a sight better than his usual haughty smirk. and then i'll find you something to eat.

it's been half a day, at most, since he'd last eaten. he had enough energy to scrounge up something for her, he tells himself. who knew? maybe he'd get lucky and find a frozen corpse or two of some unfortunate prey animal caught out in the boreal climate.

it might be safer for you to go back into the borders. he points out, loathe as he was to part with her so soon after finding her. i can call for you when i've caught something. though, as he's already admitted to having gotten lost prior he isn't so sure she'll go for his suggestion.