Dragoncrest Cliffs planet's mad

As she groomed herself, something came to partially block the dim light, moving about in the cave's entrance. Haunt froze, tongue pressed between two toes and yellow eyes lifting to behold the apparition. All she could make out, at first, was a silhouette framed by the pale winter sunlight. Then the figure moved further into the cave and his features developed slowly, like a Polaroid: lean build, red fur, familiar face...

Her head snapped upward in recognition. "Hey, Assbutt!" she blurted right at the same time he spoke. Haunt snorted, rewinding his words in her head before replying to them. "I could just bite your face," she offered, pushing upright into a sit, then a stand. There was a good-humored twinkle in his eye, which she met with an impish look of her own. "What're you doing here—you're part of Sapphique?"