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Her payment would require much more time and effort, Haunt assumed, though she didn't really care one way or the other. She did warn, "I'm fine with hunting first. It might take a while and there's no guarantee I'll even catch anything. Of course, I don't expect anything from you if I don't. Wait here."

Well, where would she go? She was blind, she couldn't go sightseeing. As Haunt ventured to a more isolated corner of the fields, she couldn't help but wonder how this witch found her way around on her own. Maybe she could ask while they ate.

It took several hours and Haunt was feeling rather harried by the time she finally made a catch. She carried the freshly slain rabbit back toward the area where she'd left the blind she-wolf, curious to see if she'd really waited around all this time. If Haunt was her meal ticket, then...