Dragoncrest Cliffs the eternal struggles of the howling man

Apparently her focus as the winter stretched was destined to be hunting.  She had never taken the practice further than the basics needed to survive, but it made sense to begin to prepare as the months threatened to grow warm again.  She felt the drive intrinsically.

When Haunt howled, Rosalyn raised her own voice in reply, then moved to meet with the girl.  She didn't say anything outside of granting a nod of greeting.  She'd not been in much of a talkative mood of late, but she was glad to see their newer joiners taking initiative.  The look held approval.  She'd allow the girl to lead this, if she chose, and Rosalyn would run support.  She was no trained huntress, much as she enjoyed a group outing.