Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

She saw the silent command from Erzulie and let out a breath, keen to do the woman's bidding despite everything. But when a bleat pierced the ear (that was a typo, but I'm going to leave it), Haunt froze as a hot blade of pain seared through her temple. She gasped, mindless to anything else as the two she-wolves attempted to finish off the doe too.

The agony swelled and then ebbed, taking with it any sense of the yearling's awareness for several moments. She stared unseeingly at some random spot in the distance before slowly coming back to herself, at least in part. She blinked dully at figures moving in her peripheral vision but her focus was fuzzy at best.

In the end, Haunt simply drifted away, vanishing in the midst of all the commotion.