Dragoncrest Cliffs This room'll stay just as it is now, for quite some time

For no particular reason other than she enjoyed it, Haunt dedicated herself to tracking the herd that ranged through the territories neighboring the cliffs. She thought them stupid for living so near a pack's residence, though she appreciated the proximity as she followed them, day after day. She never hunted them on her own or even when someone (like @Njord) accompanied her. Haunt simply observed them, coming to know their habits and movements, even familiarizing herself with each individual.

After watching them awhile this morning, Haunt realized she'd been spending so much time with the deer, she knew them better than her own pack mates. Of course, that wasn't entirely true, though it hit her that she hadn't spent much time with anyone, including @Vex, in a few weeks. So she left her post on the edge of Sapphique's claim to roam toward the heart of the territory, seeking companionship. Haunt didn't need it—she was pretty content with her own company, much of the time, especially after growing up in Legion—but it was good to mingle and socialize.

The first wolf she came across was one she didn't know well. Haunt paused in her step, trying to recall her name. She drew a blank, shaking her head lightly. She then woofed very quietly to announce her presence, having noted her fellow youth's body language. She was hunting something and Haunt would be all too happy to join her, supposing she was welcome.