Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

Of course it would be Erzulie who turned up to help them. Haunt bit back a sigh as she was inevitably reminded of the sealskin. She couldn't bring herself to look at the leader too directly, though hopefully the Obsidian didn't notice.

Avicus made an attempt to convey the plan, though it was so hard to follow her articulation. Hoping she wasn't being too rude, Haunt cut in to add, "One of the fawns in Broken Antler is looking rough." Hopefully Erzulie recollected the herd. "They're currently grazing between the sound and the ravine."

Hopefully that was enough information to get them going. Haunt glanced briefly at either woman and then turned, trotting westward toward where their prey fed on the summer grasses just a few hundred yards inland from the shore.