Dragoncrest Cliffs than the war-chariots of the lydians or

Erzulie explained and Haunt could only nod, her attention returning to the pups as they squabbled. Her lips twitched, amused by their banter. She glanced at the others, lurking in the background, and suddenly thought of Vex, Royal too. They had bickered some as puppies, though what Haunt wouldn't do do have them both in her life today...

"I apologize in advance if the rabbit gives your brother gas," Haunt quipped dryly to Mireille before looking to the Obsidian and saying, "Please excuse me." She bowed her head as she prepared to retreat. Even as she made to leave, she wondered about the red she-wolf again, then about the rest of the pack. Why had no one else come to the leaders' summons?

She should've returned to fetch her sealskin, though Haunt had forgotten all about it. Instead, she moved away in the direction of Mossbloom, her brother's and sister's faces still dancing in her mind's eye.