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A sonorous howl cut through the silence and Haunt's lips curved into a smile. Chacal, she thought, tipping her head a little to loose a quick reply along the lines of, "Okay, see you soon!" She doubted Chacal would be able to tell her anything about the life cycles of ungulates, though she was nonetheless welcome.

She settled down to wait, using her teeth to pick at a small pebble stuck between her toes before moving onto her paw pads. She was a little footsore lately, so she soothed each with her tongue. By the time she finished her third paw, her pack mate arrived.

Haunt set down her leg and pricked her ears at the queer chattering. She was used to such strange noises from Chacal by now, though she couldn't quite stifle a little chuckle at this particular idiosyncrasy before she said, "Hey, Chacal. Would you like to meet Broken Antler today?"