Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

"Cool," was Haunt's only reply to Chacal's nonverbal assent. She gestured with a foreleg, then continued striding along the beach, headed away from the waterline and back toward the cliffs. She found one of the craggy footpaths that wended and wound upward toward the forests atop the escarpment.

She knew of at least a few small stockpiles tucked in various places in these woods. Haunt glanced at Chacal to make sure she was still close behind and then roved toward the first, a shallow dugout between some tree roots. There was only single carcass in it, a freshly slain fox. Its red fur reminded her of @Merlin.

Haunted backed away with a low, "Hmmm." She spared Chacal another glance, then moved onto the next cache, this one buried beneath a particularly scraggly bush. She had to press her way underneath it and dig a little to reveal its contents. It was pretty full, probably because it was one of the harder ones to access. She got a scrape to her shoulder for her trouble.

Withdrawing, Haunt shook dirt from her pale coat and said to Chacal, "Want to pick the next one?"