Dragoncrest Cliffs turn the world into a dancefloor

The snows continued to the fall, the wind kept blowing, and Haunt spent most of her time spirited away in the caves below the cliffs. She did venture out every now and then, during lulls in the weather, and enjoyed scouting for prey along the shoreline. Presently, she nosed along a stretch of cold sand stripped bare by the tide, which had since receded to reveal a small array of treasures on the frigid beach.

It was such a different world here than back at the bypass. And it wasn't just the change of scenery. Haunt had grown up with only her litter mates as companions, hardly knowing her older siblings or anyone else in the pack. There had been Kaertok and Arbiter, of course, but they were less like parents and more like generals, keeping their kids in line and constantly training. It had been a Spartan way of life.

Here, she was making friends and enjoying time to simply discover who she was outside of Legion. There was a sense of freedom which she'd never enjoyed before. Nobody here kept tabs on her at all times or forbade her from going wherever she liked. Funnily, Haunt never felt compelled to venture outside the territory. Of course, the blizzard was a factor but, mostly, Haunt was simply happy here.

She came across a dead fish and wrinkled her nose at the pungent odor of it. Haunt turned it over with her snout, frowning thoughtfully. She would've rejected it as food if not for the fact that it was a little hard to come by lately. Biting back a sigh, she grasped the rancid carcass in her jaws and turned, her mind wandering to @Vex.