Dragoncrest Cliffs the devil in the belfry

After her trip to glacier, Rosalyn had not gone beyond the plains that neighbored them, remaining closer to home since. There was plenty to keep her here and she knew, by this point, there was little use chasing shadows. They continued - another crack, collected and endured.

She heard the summons and rose to her paws, walking languidly to the place where Erzulie and Avicus waited. She'd been taking a break in the shade before continuing her hunt, trailing the edge of the forest for anything small before she would turn to the ocean instead. It was getting late and as the sun faded, the beach would be more forgiving. She'd meant to rise sooner but, resting, the afternoon had gotten away from her. Avicus' call had snapped her from her thoughts.

Apparently that was alright. Rosalyn looked at the rabbits at her feet, then looked at the younger wolf's expression. It was serious... and she wondered about the occasion. Simply a gift or something more?