Dragoncrest Cliffs than the war-chariots of the lydians or

Her back stiffened slightly when the other she-wolf disappeared, a blur of red flashing in her peripheral vision. Haunt glanced at the mothers, wondering what they made of the abrupt departure, but soon the pups recaptured the whole of her attention.

She didn't really know what to make of them. They were just miniature wolves, she knew. They were so small and innocent. Others might've found them endearing and Haunt did too, a little bit. Mostly she found herself feeling unsure how to behave. The added pressure of Erzulie's remark further unnerved her.

Two of them came a little closer, one of them the little boy she'd met in passing. Haunt flashed them a nervous smile, which fell at the little girl's question. The yearling looked at the rabbit, then back to the pup, not entirely sure what she meant. She wanted to answer her, to live up to the Obsidian's expectations, but...

Not really sure what else to say, she met the question with her own. "What do you mean? What does it look like?"