Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

The red she-wolf finished with the squirrel and marched over to her rather imperiously. Haunt blinked, her muscles slowly tensing. She didn't know where they stood in the respective hierarchy; she paid so little attention to it, outside of leadership. Haunt maintained a neutral demeanor, entirely uninterested in offering either dominance or submission, though part of her did shrink inwardly away from this woman.

Careful not to let it show, the yearling stood her ground and replied, "Me?" She really didn't know what was meant by that, though she offered only slightly haltingly, "I'm Haunt." Who are you? And what's your deal? she wondered, though she left it at that for the moment.