Caiaphas made her way along the desolate shore, her pelt matted with salt and rime. She carried with her the scent of salt and fish, having spent the entire of her morning close to the Bay's borders harvesting pike before the sea claimed them. She carried with her two cleaved pike, who flopped rather limply from her jaw with each jaunty step.

Her intent was to make it straight back to the Sound, however, a blaze-red wolf soon stopped that ambition. Caiaphas regarded the creature carefully, the potent scent of the fish clutched between her jaw obstructing any chance of recognizing the wolf's denomination. She slowed to a stop near the earthen hued wolf innocuously, unsure if she should accost the female or continue on her way without risking her quarry.

Her stomach growled as she slowed -- yet it was too late now to pass by without detection. The red female had spied her, and turning her flat muzzle towards Caiaphas, spoke without flair to her intoned words.

Caiaphas instantly shifted in demeanor, delighted to practice her most favored lie upon this newly unsuspecting wolf. The angular wretch's expression looked vaguely earnest -- as if helpful -- and carefully she lowered her muzzle to deposit her quarry into the cold sand. "The Amazons live northward, flanked by the cliffs." She offered a beguiling smile -- pleased by how smoothly her deception was sailing. "I don't see them often, but at the Bay they haven't bothered us."

Caiaphas placed a slender paw on her butchered fish, her smile fading into an expression of seemingly genuine inquiry. "You a friend of theirs?"

Caiaphas had her reasons for deceiving the Duskfire wolf -- one of which revolved around Larus. She harbored a great deal of disdain for the Duskfire's faction, and though her despisal was wrongly placed, it was fervent in its principle.

Thinly the smile vanished, though with great excellency Caiaphas seemed to summon an unwavering and deceitful amity which pressed her tenuous features. She noted quite clearly that the red-hewn wolf seemed to lack the effusive tongue of a compatriot -- and this made her regard the wolf with inward suspicion. "What do you want to know? Maybe I can help." The coywolf issued a rogue wink and slid upon her wiry belly, her acicular limbs outspread on the sand as she resumed a even less disarming pose.

All in all, she was fiendishly delighted by how well her masquerade seemed to be faring -- and it was with alarming and growing skill that the wicked coywolf donned her personas of many different hats.

Like Manuaia, Caiaphas disliked it when the female asked questions -- it was often her duty to inquire, to uproot -- and sometimes, to unsettle. She blinked and considered the female's question, composing an answer assuredly on her sharp little tongue.

"From the sea and the moon, they say." She said with a shrug, as if she truly had no affiliation with the Amazons that dominated the coast. With that she peered down upon her paws, inspecting the two pike that looked blankly up at her. "I better go though. Been stocking Stavanger's caches. Forgive me, it was good to meet you." With one last ingenuine smile the petite thing rose, scooped up her wares, and trotted down the shoreline as if making directly for the Bay.