high at the wheel of a bull black nova

@calbrach

The break in icy weather found Caiaphas curled in a dune along the coast, her eyes pinched shut and slender little nose tucked between two heavy, cumbersome paws. As of late she had spent a great deal of time supporting the borders -- reinforcing markers -- and she found her constant vigilance exhausting.

It was not surprising then that currently she was asleep, and quiet save for the occasional snuffle. Overhead the wind stirred her trim fur and carried along the shore in a howling show of force -- yet she, unmoved in her slumber, remained unaware of the cold settling about her.