Dragoncrest Cliffs the eternal struggles of the howling man

Rotted fish and a clam, not exactly the best the ocean had to offer.  Rosalyn dipped her head in acknowledgement as she directed their course back towards the deer, but made a note in her mind to introduce the girl to some finer fare.  Of course she did not show interest in hunting in the waters; she had never tasted anything to make it worthwhile.  If she was to discount it she should at least experience seal, fresh fish, or perhaps even urchin.  Erzulie had spoken of a lesson with Chacal recently in those.

Fair.  Perhaps they've moved on to graze in the flatlands?  The plains just outside their territory seemed to be the likely direction, and in impatience, Rosalyn would have skipped some of the tracking to follow her gut inference.  She wondered if this was correct or if Haunt would direct her otherwise.