Dragoncrest Cliffs the eternal struggles of the howling man

She shrugged, then tipped her head. Haunt hadn't done that consciously, though she had always exhibited a penchant for hunting. She even dimly remembered stalking beetles in the whelping den, which called up a memory of Kaertok throwing her younger self across said den. Haunt went rigid, then brushed the memory forcibly away.

"Yes, I've been hunting since I was just a Grub in Legion," Haunt replied. "I've mostly specialized in small game until recently. I prefer big game, it's just... logistics." A single, young wolf didn't stand a chance against most large prey, for starters. She paused thoughtfully. "Erzulie told me I should focus on learning how to hunt in the sea, though I haven't had many opportunities yet."