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caiaphas scowled at the idea of licking the gneiss face of the cavern. she had no intention of bringing her tongue to such a soiled surface. she lowered her haunches, primly sitting in the manner of a cat -- her attention wholly on the strange wolf in her abode. she never grew tired of the grotto or the light that flickered blue and coruscating from the water -- but at night, the caverns were doused in unremitting darkness.

the mention of food caused a smile to flicker across her face, much in the manner the light quivered in oscillating glances across the chamber. "the sea, eedjot." a bubbling cackle punctuated her insult before she quickly grew silent. "lots of seals outside, lots of crabs in the caves." she paused, wondering if he even knew what a seal was. "dog-fish. tasty and slow on land." of course, if he preferred the heady taste of a land animal, he may find his options limited.