Dragoncrest Cliffs the ghost of cincinnati

Rosalyn was not easy to read, so Haunt wasn't sure what to make of the thoughtful noise she made. She decided not to speculate about that either, waiting patiently even as the storm made landfall and the rain began to fall fast and hard.

The Tanzanite said they'd be happy to have her, though did she intend to search for Arbiter again? It was a fair question, though Haunt only paused a moment before shaking her head. She squeezed her eyes shut against the driving rain.

"No," she said, raising her voice so she would be heard. "I figure she's settled somewhere, has a new life and probably new pups too." Maybe she might even bump into one of her stranger siblings one day; it had happened to her before.

Thunder crashed overhead and Haunt's single ear pinned to her wet skull. "I'm here to stay," she called above the storm.