Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

Avi, she mused silently, still braced for anything, or so she thought. The other she-wolf still caught her off guard by inviting her to hunt. At least, that's what Haunt thought Avi meant. Her speech was difficult to understand, yet her gesticulations left little to the imagination.

She peered in the general direction of the massacred squirrel, then back to Avi. But in that split second, the other wolf had moved deeper into the forest, causing Haunt to do a double take and then pivot, eyes tracking after her. She hesitated for a beat, then loped after her pack mate. She could think of no good reason to turn down a hunting opportunity.

When she caught up to Avi, she exchanged a look with her but didn't say anything as they moved in tandem. Haunt wondered if her makeshift hunting partner had a speech impediment of some sort and thought briefly of Chacal. Licking her lips, she tried to school her thoughts and focus on the promise of game.

"Do you know of the herd that roams this region? I was just watching them. There's some fawns, one is sickly..." She wasn't entirely sure the two of them could handle it on their own. "We may want to find a third, if we go that route. Otherwise, I'm fine with whatever you want to hunt."