Caiaphas had only just departed the touch of one such cold stack when she heard conversation -- her torn ears flipped forward and she froze tentatively with her nose in the air. Parsing from the brine of the ocean and the sharpness of the sand she could smell a wolf that was not Nereides -- and with a huff she started into a somewhat agitated lope, following her nose and ears until she found the two wolves standing beneath several large and intimidating stacks.

She slowed to a cautious jog then and flagged her tail, though she was careful not to raise it higher than Aktaie's. Her cold yellow eyes sought out Danica, unapologetic in intensity. She hung back for now, though she walked a wide berth around them in the manner of a slavering hyena. It was clear she was not going to attack, but it was also evident she was awaiting a silent order from the Sea Nymph.

She skulked, shrewd eyes trained on Danica. She saw out of her peripheral vision Aktaie's shift in posture -- and she seamlessly echoed it, though never once did the magnitude of her vigil slacken.

While Danica was swift to discard her presence, Caiaphas pulled slightly closer -- listening with clipped ears the exchange between the two. It occurred to her to speak up and ask for knowledge in exchange for kelp -- though she bit her tongue lest she seem impudent or worse, out of place.

Caiaphas looked to Aktaie' questioningly as Danica spurned what seemed to be a reasonable request. A dark frown threatened to overtake her countenance with volatile volition -- it was during times like this that Caiaphas often stepped in to strongarm the opponent. While she was neither stalwart nor immense, she posed a threat vitriolic enough to often be reconsidered.

But for now she made no move, content to hang on Aktaie's order. She thought the outsider stupid for not even proffering a little tidbit of knowledge; even Mordecai had been forthcoming with the expanse of the valley. She thought the exchange of neutral knowledge was harmless, but it was apparent Danica did not share that conviction.

With a quiet huff that announced her opinion she pulled closer to Aktaie and awaited for either an order or a dismissal.

Caiaphas hawkishly watched this wolf, her cold gaze trained mercilessly on her figure as she trotted towards a rather bulging crop of swollen kelp. She stood alongside Aktaie and waited, ever watchful for any order -- though her posture remained at best neutral.

She had learned once it was not her place to act without permission -- and while this protocol was widely disregarded in the absence of authority, for the moment Caiaphas was steadfast.

As soon as Danica was finished she stepped crisply behind the female and lead her back without a word. She committed to memory the woman's features, her name, her pack -- and decided eventually she would owe the glacier a visit.

Once Danica was well away from the pack perimeters, the skeletal creature would resume her cache-replenishment.