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She arrived to see Erzulie, Rosalyn and their brood of pups. Haunt froze at the edge of the the meadow, eyes bouncing from one puppy to the next. They lingered longest on the familiar Sobo, then flicked over to the red she-wolf similarly loitering at the fringes, before scanning the general area with interest.

Haunt tried to deduce what was going on here. Was this a summons for a pack meeting? Or were the leaders hoping to introduce their pups to the pack formally? Perhaps this was to be their rendezvous site. Haunt decided it must be that, especially when neither the Obsidian nor the Tanzanite appeared to be prepared for a formal address.

Moving forward with her trademark hop-step, Haunt paused again a little ways away from the group and bent down to deposit the rabbit on the ground. When she lifted her head again, she woofed in greeting, her tail swaying.

"This is for you guys," she said to the family, backing a few paces away and hesitating momentarily before taking a seat.