Dragoncrest Cliffs turn the world into a dancefloor

to vex's surprise, he'd been allowed to stay ...or allowed as in he'd made up his mind and there really wasn't anything arbiter could do about it aside from trespass and haul his butt back home. thankfully, that hadn't came to pass. sapphique was a ...whole different universe and perhaps that was just because haunt was his only relative here. regardless, he cannot muster the proper level of regret he probably should be feeling. it wasn't like the wolves of legion really bothered with him; and though he knew there were 'others' they were little more than good to him then the trees in the background.

with a lull in the storm, vex set out to make himself useful; patrolling the cliff's borders, finding it nice to stretch his legs, despite that the cave that haunt had chosen to be her pad ( that invited or not he totally crashed by sleeping on her couch; oops ) was plenty spacious. he still wasn't sure whether he was fond of it, recalling the ghost of his father's words telling them that they were too old to sleep in den's.

he wraps up his patrol and subconsciously tracks haunt's scent until their paths crossed. his steps falter as he notices the rancid fish betwixt her jaws and he pulls a face, ears fluttering back against his skull. i really hope you're not bringing that home, he tells her deadpan, wrinkling his muzzle in disgust; 'home' meaning the cave, uttered so flippantly that he hadn't even realized he'd called any aspect of the cliffs home. i really don't want to sleep in a cave that smells of rotting fish.