Dragoncrest Cliffs footwork

Chacal apologized for brushing her off that day, something of so little import to Haunt she hadn't considered it a point of contention even in her recollection. She shook her head at the unnecessary apology, making a mental note about Chacal's thin skin. It was hardly the first time she'd come across as a little hypersensitive. Haunt didn't judge so much as make the observation.

"It's fine, really," she said. For all her mental notation, it came out pretty dismissively. "No apologies necessary," Haunt added with a tight smile before motioning with her head and thrusting out a foreleg. "Shall we...?"