Dragoncrest Cliffs return of the pistolero

The adrenaline stopped her from feeling any pain and Haunt didn't pause long enough to make an assessment. While Erzulie and Njord finished felling the doe, she flirted back in briefly to once more snap her jaws at her backside. Driven by blood lust, she only managed to snag the flickering tail. This she ripped from the doe's body in a spray of blood, earning a final twitch as the Obsidian put her out of her misery.

Blood pooled in the snow around the carcass as the two adults turned their attention upon her. The severed tail dropped from her mouth. Haunt blinked and looked down at herself, smeared with blood that quickly cooled in the wintry air. She cleared her throat and rumbled a low, "I'm fine." Her chest smarted a bit, though not enough that she wanted to bother with it.

Instead, her yellow eyes fixed on the doe, dead in the reddening snow. She had found their quarry, she had helped bring her down and kill her. Haunt panted, ignoring the tufts of fur clinging to teeth and tongue as the rush of her first big game hunt swelled within her. She wasn't just fine, she was fantastic.