Barrow Fields high octane

It wasn't all that often that a stranger was able to knock Fennec off her game but Haunt, with a single sentence, managed it.  Her ears straightened a bit indignantly, and her first instinct was to call Haunt out on the fact that it was a bullshit assumption.  But, aside from a few lucky snags here and there, she was right.  Fennec was dead terrible at hunting.  She just couldn't track the animal, her surroundings, and what was happening enough to respond to everything at that speed.

Right.  Well, don't let me cramp your style.  She replied indifferently.  But, if you wanted to pay up part of anything you catch... I could tell you your future.  Bring it around to something she could do.  Besides, more importantly - she was hungry.