Dragoncrest Cliffs get haunted

rosalyn. leader.

these are the takeaways along with the affirmation that he can stay, but that they would have to provide for themselves. thank you. vex offers for letting him stay and for the rabbits she tosses their way, the words rarely uttered and feeling strange upon his lips. he does not point out that haunt wasn't exactly in the best condition to hunt for herself but he figures he'll hunt for the two of them until she was well enough. vex didn't mind the extra work. he trudges towards his rabbit and draws it nearer with a large paw before scooping it up betwixt his jaws where he cradles it.

whatever answer he'd been expecting to haunt's question about their father ...that he was dead wasn't it. rosalyn says it simply; like she was stating a statistical fact. somehow, it makes the blow hit harder.

what? vex demands, the word wrenching itself from him as the rabbit flops unceremoniously to the snow underfoot. kaertok was ...dead? he couldn't be. he owed them answers! suddenly, every time he and haunt had gotten into trouble, her injury and her headaches all felt like they were for nothing. was it kaertok he was mourning, vex wonders, as he reels back or was it the lack of answers? he doesn't know. all he knows is that it burns at his chest like an inferno lit within him.

vex looks to haunt, wanting to see how she's dealing with that news bomb.