Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

She wouldn't know it, but the same instinct that drove Haunt to go to the beach would possess Chacal as well. She knew the seashore to be full of surprises- both beautiful and edible, and with each tide the sea brought forth new treasures to be found. She could wander the shoreline for hours at slackwater, mudlarking for treasures and searching tide pools for anything edible that might have been stranded when the tide went out. There was always something to be found, dwon by the shore. 

She meandered along for a bit before she caught sight of the pale adolescent she'd spotted the other day, who had nearly interrupted her grouse hunt. Given the fact she hadn't tried to force herself into Chacal's plans, she was inclined to give Haunt a bit of credit. Maybe she wasn't the sort to push her way into everything, thought the moody teenager. So...Maybe she might actually be alright. Chacal missed having sisters, and the only other wolf her age in the pack that she knew was Valravn- the only who remained alongside her out of all three litters. 

She wasn't sure how well she'd be received, given how impolite she'd been the last time she'd crossed paths with Haunt...but it was worth a shot regardless. So in her habitual fashion, she began to demurely walk along the seashore, trailing along quietly like a little shadow, hoping that Haunt might accept her company despite being fended off so abruptly the last time they'd met.