Dragoncrest Cliffs get haunted

Rosalyn! Now she remembered Njord mentioning her name, along with the tidbit about the wives. There could be no mistaking it now, they were a mated pair per one of the women herself. Haunt still didn't understand how that worked, though she hardly lingered on it when Rosalyn accepted Vex and then offered the rabbits in the space of seconds.

She fell eagerly upon the food, tearing into one of the rabbits even as Rosalyn broke the news about Kaertok. A gob of meat stuck in Haunt's throat and she choked it down as she mentioned a bear. She thought of her dream, of Sos, and swallowed again even as Vex hissed, "What?"

Their eyes met even as her mind whispered, Good riddance. Whether or not she meant it, she didn't voice the thought. She took in his expression, saw the anger, and understood why. She felt it too. With Kaertok dead, he was off the hook. He would never have to explain himself to them. And they would never get the answers they'd sought so long, the ones they deserved.

"Thank you for the food," Haunt found herself saying to Rosalyn, making no reply to the news about their sire's death. Maybe she would never speak of him again. "We should get to shelter," she said to Vex. If he wanted to speak, she would of course listen. Haunt gave him a look, Rosalyn a nod, before plucking up the partially eaten hare and turning to trudge through the snow.