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Haunt wasn't really sure what to make of that, nor what to say. She offered a bland, "Ah." She didn't know whether she believed in any of it. Once upon a time, she might've put more stock into it. Nowadays, Haunt was pretty ambivalent about spiritual matters.

"Well," she said a moment or two later, "I need to get back." She could've been more specific but didn't really feel the need. "Enjoy," Haunt tacked on, her gaze lingering on the blind she-wolf for a moment before turning to go, forgetting all about getting a name.