Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

She hadn't though of Artemis in some time, though the small piece of broken antler reminded her of the goddess of the hunt and her glorious rack of antlers. Haunt stashed her souvenir in the cave where she slept, giving it no further thought as she stretched out on the floor and closed her eyes.

She woke to a partly sunny morning and decided to go for a walk on the beach. Maybe she could find something to hunt. Failing that, Haunt would scavenge. One way or another, she decided she would check on the caching situation today.