Caiaphas skulked, her head held low to the ground. Her yellow eyes, wide-rimmed and bloodshot, fell wildly on the Glacier that simmered in the horizon. Malachi -- it was him -- he had stolen Larus from the Sound.

Frothy with icy hatred for Duskfire Glacier's settlement, Caiaphas gazed upon the glacier with cold contempt riddling her muzzle. She had already suspected them of stealing Larus -- encountering Malachi's faded scent along the strand had only served to fortify her (incorrect) deduction.

For now, the wispy wretch would simmer and watch -- learn and know her enemy -- and when the time was right, she would strike them down like a bane, delivering their sorry souls into grief.

Apparently, Caiaphas' hideous hatred couldn't go without company -- seething, the dull wretch pulled an ear back as she heard the approach of another.

She was fully ready to employ all manner of lies and stories should this be a vigilant Duskfire wolf -- yet instantly, Caiaphas knew it was not a wolf of the Glacier's fold. Soothed, she eyed the frugally put-together wolf thoroughly. She didn't smell of anything other than the reek of loneliness -- with this revealed, Caiaphas indulged in a knowing smirk.

However, the unkind sneer was shortlived. The white wolf's words, impudent and brash, caused a visible recoil of offense in the narrow creature. She turned to face the white wolf wholly -- stanced as if a brawl were about to ensue. "Keep running that mouth and I'm going to take you out back and kill you." Caiaphas replied smoothly, her voice laced with potent dislike for the thing already.

Caiaphas issued a snort --of both amusement and disbelief -- as Starlet sat before her, the white wolf's eyes swollen with glittering concern. She was highly pleased with the vitriol she had issued -- and would have been content to rest her acerbic tongue were it not for the ridiculous query that shot forth from the insolent female's yawping mouth.

Caiaphas' triangular ears flew forwards immediately in outrage -- her head snapped to face Starlet with startling confrontation written across it. Even her black gums curled back in displeasure -- it seemed Duskfire was no longer the target of her withering stare. "If I wanted a bitch for company I would have brought a dog." She supplied smoothly, a smile glossing her mismatched muzzle. Brutal comebacks were a specialty of the silver coywolf's -- though inwardly, she was highly affronted by Starlet's question.

Nearly her entire life, the waif had received tirade after tirade of torment in regards to her countenance. Had it not been for Kaliska's razor tongue and Gluskap's whetted humor, the willowy coywolf would have been remarkably more thin-skinned.

With a glowering stare that would have made even hairy-legged Shelob scuttle backwards in alarm, Caiaphas sized her opponent. It was clear now Starlet was trying to instigate her. Caiaphas turned a slender nose to the side, a snobbish and superior smile gracing her wicked features. "Is that it?" Her riposte was uttered with beguiling honey -- and with a tactless sneer she returned the innocent lamb-eyed stare that Starlet had issued only moments prior.

With Starlet sufficiently cowed by her mordant tone, Caiaphas visibly settled -- though her gaze fell sharply upon a new arrival. He was stout of build, though what Caiaphas noticed first was the detritus that littered his pelt. With her denomination sworn to the sea, it was rare she saw filth among her peers -- and shouldering a visible recoil, the wraith hissed.

His humor was met with the same acerbic qualities that Starlet had been confronted with, though this time her tongue settled. "Should I show you the direction of the sea?" She inquired, her head tilted to the side as she viewed the brambles that clung thick to his grime-ridden pelt.

Caiaphas' inquiry seemed to take the creamish wolf by surprise -- he seemed indignant for a moment, and genuinely confused. Caiaphas didn't care, raconteur that she was -- and with an unfriendly snigger, the waif rose.

"Do you? I suggest you familiarize yourself with it." She uttered cheekily, a flick of her tail given in a flippant gesture. With that the gaunt coywolf stalked off, preparing to make her way down the coast. Kevlyn would have been positively repulsed by Atreyu's coat, that much Caiaphas knew. With one last look behind her the waif trotted along the swashline, welcoming the spume that misted her thick winter ruff.