Ankyra Sound deliverance

there was a noise that rendered the air; a noise caiaphas had never wished to hear. she froze from her demanding cuddling with @Lycaon, her spine chilled and hackles already flared in alarm. it was kjalarr --and already, her heart feared the worst.

the salt wretch dashed from the cave at a mad pace, breakneck and panicked. she saw kjalarr down the strand, his body hunched -- and despite the glare above a body was visible. caiaphas' ears pulled forth; had the famine claimed another of their fold? she slowed once she was within a few feet, though humbly kept her distance as she recognized the soggy form of whittier.

whittier; a wolf she had liked in an acquaintance way, but had not loved.

she did not feel grief -- but rather, a sad kind of weariness consumed her.

yet something else consumed her at that moment, and that was hunger. she eyed the stiff body subtly, wondering if it would be wise to return to whittier's form when kjalarr wasn't busy doing that inconvenient thing called mourning.