Dragoncrest Cliffs the eternal struggles of the howling man

It took a moment for Haunt to place the voice, her tail twitching when she eventually realized it was Rosalyn who would be joining her. The young she-wolf found she could not sit still and began pacing. As she rambled back and forth, her mind wandered further afield, to Legion. A heavy dose of guilt settled in her core as she thought of her mother and sister. She and Vex really ought to check in soon.

The appearance of her leader pushed those thoughts aside. The youth ducked her head. "I figure that doe must've come from a herd nearby. I thought we could look in The Tangle." Haunt gestured with her muzzle, saying nothing more before pivoting on a white heel and leading the way toward the neighboring territory.

The terrain was rocky and, in a word, inhospitable. They hadn't gone far into it when Haunt pulled up short and licked her lips. It was just a minefield of stony ground, with hardly any cover. Grass, trees and shrubs were all rather sparse. This was no place for a herd of ungulates, she realized.

Her yellow eyes cut over to Rosalyn. "Let's try this way," she suggested, pointing now in a roughly southwestern direction. The rugged plain was so flat, Haunt could see the forest from here. That was a much more likely place to find any sign of a herd.