Dragoncrest Cliffs dope shells

The pack's Obsidian appeared in the distance, moving leisurely toward her with a smile on her face. Haunt returned it, ducking her head low as Erzulie came closer with words of greeting. Her expression brightened a bit at the woman's observation, threaded through with praise. She supposed it wasn't the first time she'd brought her an otter. Once more, the yearling wondered if that old skin was already in use in the leaders' whelping den.

Deciding against asking, Haunt said instead, "They're for you, Rosalyn and your pups." Her pale tail waved slowly. "I heard another litter was born recently but I don't know the mother or father, so I was thinking you could give one of these to them on my behalf, unless you'd like to keep them both for yourself. I won't tell anyone." She smirked playfully, yellow eyes lifting briefly to gauge Erzulie's reaction.