Obediently, the small poltroon hung on Aktaie's words, awaiting a command or reaction to indicate her next move. Caiaphas did not dally when Aktaie delivered her suggestion -- with a predatory swiftness she was upon Vector with gentle half-nudging nips in the hopes to stir him -- stepping along side his flank to urge him forward. He had begun to stir already, and Caiaphas noted with slight puzzlement he was no longer looking at either of them but rather the sand. This action did not perplex her long -- nor did it set her from her course.

She stepped around him then, small nudges aimed at his flank so he rise and walk abreast. The kelp that wrapped his legs were loose and if he moved he would find they slackened.

If he did not protest her shepherding, she would lead him from behind with sulking snaps -- though her teeth never once sought purchase of his flesh. Should he prove a willing subject he would soon find himself at Caiaphas' small grotto -- where the two would spend the night and meet Aktaie in the morning after her daily meditation.