Cerulean Cape don't cry for yesterday

why are you here? pan's question wrung forth a small frown from the slyph, as if his inquiry injured her greatly. she couldn't answer -- not in a few syllables. instead, she let the silence rise between the two of them as her reply; the sea's hum before them; the wind's call around them. they would answer for her -- they knew.

"the better question is -- why are you?" she could tell pan was not starving and could assume, perhaps rightly, that he was not a dispersal wolf. this meant he had found a niche -- somewhere to treat him better than caiaphas could. she shifted her posture, leaning back a little as to give him room to re-compose himself.