Caiaphas had spent nearly the entire day underground -- given her recent charge, she was rather forced too -- and it was a pleasant change of scenery that met her once she resurfaced into the sun-dwelling world. She blinked almost sheepishly as if struck by the magnitude of light -- and it took her several moments to gather her bearings.

With Larus beneath her, lost somewhere in the confines of the cave, Caiaphas was free to do what she willed -- and that was exactly what she did. She struck towards the forest, and then once the forest receded, struck back down the shore-line -- making an indeterminable line for the Bay. She paid no heed to the wind that nipped at her heels, nor the swell of clouds on the glimmering horizon. Her attention was slaveringly fastened on the flotsam and jetsam of the ocean -- she had not eaten a fresh kill in a long time and her stomach was most resentful for it.

She was surprised then, when she saw the tiny figure of a wolf. For a moment she froze with the most unintelligent of expressions on her face -- but it was not Larus that was in front of her. Dumbfounded, she padded forwards, scouting the air tentatively for any scent of the mother. The wind bore no telltale scent of anything -- and with a shrewd expression Caiaphas fell upon the small thing like a shadow, her mouth formed in a wicked smile. "Boo."

A derisive snort issued forth from her narrow muzzle as the small puppy attempted to mimic her -- Caiaphas instantly retracted as if struck by some sense of repugnance.

But the distance between them was short-lived - Caiaphas was inwardly absolutely delighted the puppy was far too young to have developed any sense of danger. The unrestrained smile that engulfed his slate muzzle seemed to testify this thought -- and Caiaphas surmised that at such a young age he had yet to experience anything negative save for infant discomforts.

She tilted her head to the side, pulling close so that he was now directly beneath her as if she were shielding him from the elements. "Are you even old enough to know your name?" She asked somewhat coldly, her muzzle brought down to his level to peer inquiringly at him.

It appeared the youth did know something of his name -- and the response he proffered caused Caiaphas to recoil slightly in surprise. The adamancy and enthusiasm in which he joyously chirped his name was met only with a somewhat indifferent expression.

When he was done bouncing (as much as a rotund thing like him could -- Caiaphas would have equated it more to jiggling) she swept sideways, turning on her little feet in a neat and small pirouette. Sharply she rose her muzzle and sampled the air once more -- and her sharp little eyes scanned the vicinity carefully for any sign of witnesses or family. Finding none she looked back at the pup -- who in some ways would have been adorable if Caiaphas were better company.

She bit her lip and paused as if deciding but in truth she had made up her mind when she first bespotted him on the pale strand. "Brilliant." She commented somewhat dryly, a rejoin to both the prompt offering of his name and the fact that he appeared alone. "Okay big boy, up we go." And then in the most unceremonious of manners she brought her narrow muzzle downwards between his little legs, hoping to lift her head up and support the entire of his weight on her skull -- and if she was successful with the maneuver she would bring her head up and hopefully shift his weight backwards onto her shoulders -- where the prominent rise of her withers would serve both as a a seat and a resting place if he was so inclined.

Kevlyn did not resist Caiaphas' motion -- but the ascent to her withers was not entirely with grace. Caiaphas hunched her shoulders and dropped her body slightly as he wriggled atop her, trying her best to acclimate and accommodate his weight.

Most wolves would have likely just thought to scoop up the pup between their jaws -- but Caiaphas did not entertain the idea. Larus had tasted wretched and as a coywolf with a most pretentious palate she did not intend to make that mistake again.

Besides, she had a plan.

She canted her head to the side as Kevlyn babbled behind her -- she tried to arc her neck so she could see him but all her vision was awarded with was the blurry peripheral of his jubilant face. Without ado she flicked her tail and jolted off into a jarring trot -- and it was not until she realized she had a passenger did she alter the smoothness of her gait.

Slyly she turned towards the ebbing water where the sea mouthed the sand in sighing flows -- and she hissed as her paws were consumed by the coldness of the water. She waded deeply so that the water lugged around her stifle and elbows in gasping crests. This way, the Stavanger wolves would not detect her (and Kevlyn's) departure. So long as Kevyln did not fall off, they would be on their merry way to Ankyra in no time.