Dragoncrest Cliffs dope shells

Although Erzulie seemed to accept her lack of explanation, she urged Haunt to seek her out should she recollect anything. The yearling appreciated the sentiment, though silently she hoped she never recalled anything further. She didn't really want to know.

"I appreciate that," Haunt said, "and this." She reached out with her left foreleg, running the stump along the skin. It wasn't as soft as the otter pelts, though it would hopefully serve her well. "Definitely," she added quietly, happy to check in with her leadership on the reg.

Gathering a fold of fur with her blunted foreleg, Haunt bent and took it in her teeth. She exchanged one last glance with Erzulie, waving her tail in a final thank you. She then turned, pacing toward the caves on her three legs, eager to see what she could come up with for fashioning the sealskin.