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LMAO today i learned red is actually caiaphas' face-claim

had svalinn not found himself suddenly in the grips of tolkien's grey-willow's doppleganger, caiaphas might have assisted quixote with his grim task of disposing the body; she had certainly made plans to hatefully cast the beaten corpse from their borders as a last insult, before svalinn had gone and gotten himself trapped by an inanimate and insensate being. when she turned to see if quixote had caught the predicament the golden boy found himself in, she discovered he had already gone --

more troubling to the sylph was svalinn's unexpected terror of her; she had not realized before the fear that had seized him, and as her shadow cast about his restrained form he was suddenly released and scrambled between her legs. canting her muzzle down, caiaphas gave him a tender lick -- her gaze lifted upward to the alpha male's returning form.

below her, svalinn trembled and attempted to discourage the male's approach. she placed her thin front limbs in front of his vision, as if shielding him -- though it was certainly more for svalinn's own good over a need to protect him from the very male that had just possibly saved his life. if allowed, she would meet quixote's gaze but for the fleetest second and nod yes -- a silent token of gratitude given for the wolf that had prevented svalinn's demise.