high at the wheel of a bull black nova

It was not the sound of the sea nor the clawing of wind that woke Caiaphas -- it was a scent. At first her nose only twitched a little in rebuke; but then, wrenched into reality the same way a drunkard may be dipped in ice cold water, Caiaphas awoke.

Eyes wide, she stiffened -- her form pressed diminutive and meek against the sand. She had met the lumbering cats before and knew too well their penchant for coyote suppers. Ears flat against her skull (a most comical expression) the waif rose tentatively from her small alcove -- and was about to make a gallant and hasty retreat -- that was, until she nearly flew into the flank of the very cat she was hoping to avoid.

Caught woefully out in the open, the spindly sylph froze before the giant creature with eyes wide.