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like whittier, caiaphas had been drawn out by hunger. it showed in the pinched slant of her cheek, the dull fatigue of her eyes. she had given up sourcing anything but fish, and her ventures outside of the sound had been fraught with disaster or disappointment. she did not immediately notice whittier, not until she had been nearly upon him -- quickly she adjusted her posture and her gaze narrowed in on the agouti male. he seemed neutral, and lacked the posture suggesting an aggressive motive. brazenly she raked her muzzle against the wind to identify if he came alone, but she could not tell. like her, he looked hungry. she stopped when she was but a mere few feet from him, her yellow gaze lifted up to view him fully. "what do you want?"