Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

the red girl's methods are something with which erzulie was far more familiar, but haunt's frustration did not go unnoticed.
the woman turned smoothly, though her cinnamon ears folded back at the sound of haunt's cry. her teeth cut for the tender backside of the animal's neck, and with a thrum of her sea-hardened muscles, the wolf pinned the young ruminant quickly.
grabbing its throat before the poor thing could struggle to its feet, erzulie searched the horizon. haunt retreated and avicus — the girl was a whorl of reckless flame.
the fawn breathed no more. erzulie peeled away from its carcass with a look to haunt, that the pale girl should guard their hard work.
she leapt for the doe's muzzle.