Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

The instant they arrived, Avicus spoke and then slipped away. Haunt pulled up short, blinking after her. They hadn't even discussed a strategy. Haunt let out a breath, eyes skirting over to Erzulie, her disapproval likely evident on her face. This hunt wasn't likely to go very smoothly if they didn't communicate and work together.

But she was left with no choice, especially when Avicus began chasing without warning. Caught entirely off guard, the yearling could only pivot and try to play the world's worst game of catch-up as she sought out the sickly fawn from among the rest of the scattering herd.

Fortunately, the other deer quickly fled the scene, leaving the youngster straggling behind. But it was not alone; its mother hung back, nervously circling her baby and trying to coax it toward safety. Although this presented a challenge, Haunt was at least able to close in on the quarry.

She stood back, keeping a watchful eye on the protective mother. The trio of wolves would have to cooperate to separate her from the fawn. Haunt felt a lick of anger as she looked around for Avicus, then tried to get eyes on Erzulie as well. She just hoped the former wouldn't act before she and the latter could prepare themselves this time.