Caiaphas as of late had not felt particularly social - she had much to think about in regards to the potential bridge she had burned down with Ragnar; he had been fairly compelling but in truth he had ideals that Caiaphas did not share with him. Occupied by this thought, she found herself trailing distantly after two of the only wolves she knew. She kept a wide berth from them; trailing after like a windblown waif, directionless and off kilter.

They were departing from the strand and they marched down the whiteworn strand towards a bosk laden with tall spires of trees. Unlike Atlas, Caiaphas paid them no mind -- trees were plentiful where she was born and they served only as a reminder there were things bigger and longer lasting out there. She did, however, appreciate how they stood immune to the cold in the winter.

She was oblivious to the exchange between the two wolves -- but she noted how Atlas nearly sheepishly recoiled from the wolf. Curious but not compelled to join their company, Caiaphas held back -- a diminutive figure under the immensity of the shadowed sequoias.

Caiaphas observed the duo's swift exchange silently, noting with slight amusement how quickly Atlas strode to move away. While Aktaie's actions had been punishing n nature it was evident she had not been aiming to maim him -- her mild discipline elicited a slight snigger from the quiet girl. She had not often seen males so demure in female company -- and this prospect most delighted her.

She hung back still, unsure of how to approach -- Aktaie seemed most preoccupied, perhaps in part by irritation. She watched at length, content to rub her cheek on the tall spire of trees here and there to mark her passage; a marker to passerbys that the Ankyra wolves were settling her and there was no dispute to their claim.

Caiaphas was content to rub just about every inch of her body on the wide expanse of every tree -- and it was unfortunate then that Aktaie had to look up when Caiaphas bore the most oafish of expressions -- a smug smile half between doltishness and glee. Her expression terminated in a flush, and she proffered a somewhat ungainly smile in return -- her eyes fastened on the object held like a supplicant offering between Aktaie's jaws.

Caiaphas disentangled herself from the bough then, noting with great satisfaction the unholy amount of hair left behind from her exchange with the tree. Content with this she drifted closer to Aktaie, choosing to set herself upon another unfortunate tree. She was not sure what Aktaie held in her teeth, but did not want to press the matter -- and with a childish bemusement she continued to wrap herself endlessly around the wide bough in asinine circles until it seemed as if the tree bore more fur than she did.

She wrapped herself like a cat around the wide berth of the tree -- flickering from bough to bough with feline-like dexterity. As she pulled closer she realized Aktaie carried a most unusual specimen -- it appeared to be some great fish's jaw, but the manner in which it was procured puzzled her. What fish slept underground? "What fish is that?!" She asked between grunts, rubbing her narrow shoulders up against the tree in short twists.

Aktaie's laughter only emboldened her -- and as ridiculous as Caiaphas may have looked, she truly delighted in the endeavor -- and best of all they were reinforcing not only the pack's territory but also their presence.

The idea of a land-shark caused Caiaphas to pause from her joyous marking and seriously consider her bid for living on land. She did not enjoy the idea of a great white resurfacing from the clay banks and overtaking her. A frown threatened to swallow her countenance, but Aktaie's move to share the marking duties reinvigorated her interest in the trees.

She elected then to play it safe and assume the jawbone had been buried there -- she had no notion of entertaining the idea of monstrous fish further. "I hope not." She uttered faintly, turning to attack a new tree with her cheek. By this point next day it seemed every tree would proudly bear their scent.