Sea Lion Shores ours is to smile at your passing, friend

perhaps before kevlyn's death and the sunder of ankyra, caiaphas would have carefully weighed the situation, assessing her wares and damages -- she may have even opted to take a fleeing route. but the sorrow that burned in her gut, smoky and dark, was not extinguished or cowed by charon's blistering insolence. if anything, his aggression fanned the fire -- and a smoldering, lethal hatred visibly descended across her sharp features.

drawing to her full height had several advantages -- even if intimidation was not one of them. it prepared her for onslaught, and showed equally that she did not find charon's threat daunting. her hackles lifted in sharp ridges above her narrow back, fine bristles upright like weaponry raised. "you're a pup." she corrected in a sneer, black gums curled back in derision -- "for an adult would know to hold his tongue." she canted her muzzle in atreyu's direction, as if noting he had yet to say a word to ignite the situation. "so, pay your respects to the dead or piss off." the reminder of kevlyn's nonexistence passed like a hurled spear through her chest and she felt her innards crumple in dismay. outwardly she steeled herself, remaining resolute under enemy fire.