Dragoncrest Cliffs motley crew

though finding haunt and reuniting with her had been at the top of vex kaskae's to-do list ...when he'd been left to his own devices he'd crashed; worn out from his journey. it'd been easy to keep up a bravado of energy when in erzulie's presence but when left alone his energy'd plummeted until he found the softest patch of tall heather grasses near the beach, curled up and fell asleep.

when he awoke, the sun was shining brightly in his eyes and sand coated his tongue. he makes an audible 'bleh' noise — having forgotten just how intrusive sand was in his brief tenor with the tartok wolves. he takes his time stretching, feeling refreshed and ready to resume his previously put-on-hold to-do list.

as fate would have it, haunt found him; and alarmed by the strange sound of her gait it is unmistakably her as he peers through the thick heather grasses. haunt! he crows in a deep rumble, charging forward with the intention of crashing into her.

it's only then that he notices she's missing her forepaw ...and an ear; and he stops in his tracks, every muscle pulling taunt beneath his pelt. who — kasake chokes on his words for a moment; pausing on the fact that he had much to tell her and assumed she, in turn, had much to tell him too. who did that to you? he rasps; not so much horrified as he was angry. angry that someone had hurt her, had mutilated her like that.