Ankyra Sound Orphaned Prince

home. caiaphas breathed the brine, inhaled it into her little lungs -- the ocean, the sand -- every bit of it belonged to her, and she to it. it was a strange sensation, feeling the cold sand between her blunt claws and the dark still air of the grotto. she would never forget this place, and clung to it like a crusty barnacle.

the coywolf had left the grotto early, having discovered signs of @Lycaon and his brother's scents all along the shore. there was another wolf too, female, though she did not recognize who. @Kierkegaard was likely close by, and caiaphas kept a watchful eye for his mistworn features as she trotted along the beach. she paused as the wind carried the scantest hint of a song to her; her long ears palmed forward as she searched down the strand for the source.

the source came in the form of a young wolf that caiaphas nearly did a double-take over; he looked so similar to a pup caiaphas had once harbored on her shores. she scowled, stalking towards him with doubt riddling her features. he looked intimately like kjalarr -- and caiaphas would be an expert on what kjalarr looked like as a cub, given she considered she practically raised him herself (this may or may not be an exaggeration, as caiaphas was wont to exaggerate). "you," she hissed over the froth of the waves, stopping several meters from the pale youth. "what are you doing here?"