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a sliver of malice worked its way into caiaphas' thoughts - for a moment she delightedly entertained the idea of leading this poor waif astray. the gauntness of her features, skin loose and weak along depraved muzzle, evoked little compassion from the sea witch. the prospect of a joker's ultimate prank, some final prelude that lead to an ultimate and irrevocable event -- this tempted caiaphas and for a moment the wretch swayed in balance between Samaritan and iniquity.

but in the end the reprobate in her receded and she willfully brought the dark supplicate to a source of water. it was not compassion that fueled her, but the ambition to have something, anything, to sink her claws into. when they drew closer to a small brook she picked up the pace, loping easily along the shale until she was upon the stream. it was small, a weak trickle lead astray by natural disaster -- and while the dark coywolf drank her fill caiaphas elected to hang back and wait.