Haunted House (Calamity)

She'd tailed Toxicity here, lagging behind like a bad shadow. Even that she couldn't get right. Calamity was still feeling the scorching shame from being brought to heel by her sisters. While she was glad to be welcomed back into the fold, she couldn't ignore the frustrating fact: that she'd ever left in the first place. Determined to prove herself, she'd hung close to the pack's central grounds and made herself busy while keeping half an eye on Tox. Her sister had become the most priestly of them all and she was desperate to learn her secrets, even as the world of the afterlife and god seemed to slip further and further from her grasp. It felt like she was destined to live a grubby mortal life. No wonder, then, that when she saw the building leaning queerly to one side like a monstrous predator resting its bad leg that she was dead set on entering it. Well, that and Toxicity's scent led right inside the front door. Calamity steeled herself and approached the mansion with her antlers ready and her teeth gritted.