Ankyra Sound not afraid of the storm that comes my way

caiaphas heard the puzzlement in the young boy's voice and as she turned from him the sly expression split into a wicked and indulgent grin. perhaps if the pale youth was still alive come spring, she would eek out his existence and come across him in the endless foothills. yet for now, winter was coming -- and she had many duties to commit before first snowfall.

with these thoughts mired in her head she slithered below the sound's surface, her mink-like frame adopted into obscured darkness.