Dragoncrest Cliffs get haunted

ohai! lurkin for now

The blizzard had nearly caught her in the open.  She'd ghosted near the Sound for a time, but returned just in time to hunker down through the storm's fury.  It had been a quiet family space, but in the pause after, Rosalyn knew she needed to check on the pack.

Wading through it was exhausing, but it happened she was on her way back to the caverns with two frozen rabbits in tow when she passed Haunt.  The girl was nearly invisible against the white of the snow, but her friend wasn't.  The pirate's ears turned with interest, catching only snippets of tone over the wind.

She was glad that she'd survived the storm and seemed to be talking now?  Which was more than she or her wife had managed to elicit these past few days.  She waited in the background, the patient image of a host awaiting an introduction.  She had no issues with dealings on the outside, but she would like to know who this other wolf was, and more about the girl they'd taken in.  Now that she was speaking, perhaps at the very least, a name.