Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

Her admittedly barmy guess seemed to amuse her fellow hunter. She described a grouse in that same singsong voice, even rhyming. Haunt was equal parts impressed and perplexed by this manner of speaking. She wanted to ask about it but hesitated. Would that be rude?

Deciding to feel out the situation a bit more before she pried, Haunt replied, "Ah." After a brief pause, she asked, "Did you succeed?" And then, since it seemed proprietary, she tossed in an introduction too. "I'm Haunt, by the way. Also a hunter by trade, though I've never taken special interest in birds."

Her yellow eyes drifted away for all of a split second, lighting upon the dead bird she'd discarded just moments ago, before tripping back to her comrade's face. She sought her gaze, pale tail flicking slowly side to side.