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She had not forgotten Erzulie's wish of yore that she familiarize herself with the bounties of the sea. Haunt had never quite acquired the taste for fruits de mer, though she didn't mind adding some to the stockpiles for those who had. With that said, she preferred to comb the beaches rather than enter the water. Haunt didn't think she would ever get past her aversion.

Thoughts of Chacal and that fateful hunt drifted out of her mind as she headed further southeast, where the dunes were a little more open and a little less treacherous. Haunt recollected the time she'd happened upon a seal here, taking it down with the help of a perfect stranger. She didn't think she would get that lucky today.

But speaking of perfect strangers, she slowed to a stop when she saw one in the distance, chasing seagulls. Haunt huffed, glancing behind her. Her yellow eyes dropped curiously to the uneven set of pawprints she'd left in the wet sand. She then swung her head to face forward and made a hop step approach.