Dragoncrest Cliffs than the war-chariots of the lydians or

She hadn't yet figured out a way to utilize the sealskin effectively, aside from simply draping it over her head. It felt comfortably heavy when she managed to place it there, though it was difficult (especially singlehandedly) and it never wanted to stay put. Haunt really wanted to figure out some way of fixing it securely to her skull, preferably ahead of winter.

It didn't help that her brother's recent departure distracted her or left her feeling more easily frustrated than usual. They'd only just reunited! And already he was gone again. It made Haunt ache, though she was forced to admit she'd adapted to life without her brother during their months apart. It was almost the lost potential that hurt more than the reality of his absence.

Today, she grew exasperated and left the sealskin discarded in anger on the cave floor as she set out to hunt instead. If she kept herself busy with her favorite preoccupation, maybe this mood would pass. Haunt grunted as she began to climb the cliffs, pausing when she heard Erzulie's summons.

Rather than go directly to the Obsidian, Haunt took a detour to fetch a rabbit she'd killed yesterday evening. She dug up its cold, stiff carcass and grabbed it by the head, carrying it toward the source of the leader's call: the meadow.

She's still en route; she'll arrive in my next post. :)