Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

Caiaphas was quite aware she appeared immensely unfriendly. So unfriendly she was surprised to see this did not deter the pale fellow. The fierce Siren turned her ugly muzzle to the side as he spoke, her expression somewhat jeering as she pulled forth from the frothy water.

Never one for minding her manners, the skeletal coywolf shook with abandon before Aesop, uncaring if the frigid water from her pelt assailed him. She could tell from a distance he was a wolf of the Bay, and having never been one possessed of fondness for her neighbors, her demeanor remained rather cold. "A cat." She replied dryly, her tone as unwelcome as her manner. "What is a wolf of the Bay doing in the lion's keep?"