Dragoncrest Cliffs and be yourself my ally in love’s battle

The weather continued to improve slowly, although the temperatures remained quite frigid. This did not deter Haunt from exploring the seaside territory freely, hunting when and where she could and otherwise keeping busy. Always, she kept an eye and ear peeled for any sign of her mother's return, convinced Arbiter would appear any moment to force herself and Vex back to Legion.

Today, another matriarch called and Haunt quickly obeyed the summons. When she reached the small beach tucked below the cliffs, she glanced at the mouth of the nearby caves she called home, then directed her attention to Erzulie. This must be a pack meeting of some sort, which intrigued the juvenile, having never attended one before.

Her lips twisted a little at the mention of Kaertok. Haunt fidgeted in her seat toward the rear of the group. But it was easy to forget as she contemplated the rest of the Obsidian's words. What exactly did this run entail? What was seafoam? Her heart pounded a little at the thought of becoming a leader. Haunt wondered if she would be forced to participate—unaware that she did not, in fact, qualify—and found her yellow eyes darting around for her brother.