Dragoncrest Cliffs and release me

What she'd said to Arbiter—about the ocean air helping with her head—had been a fib. But as she sat on the beach and drew into her lungs air salted by the sea and peppered with winter, it really did feel invigorating. And it truly felt like it cleared her head as cold, clean oxygen zinged through her bloodstream.

Something stirred further along the beach, interrupting Haunt's lack of thoughts. She turned to see a familiar figure walking the shoreline. "Erzulie," she said to herself, rising onto all fours and turning toward the woman, approaching on fleet white paws. "I owe you a 'thank you'..." Haunt said louder as she closed the distance.