Ankyra Sound Joining

interrupted by a howl, caiaphas swung her brilliant gaze strand-ward, her mule length ears kicked back in an expression of discomfiture. the sound was close -- unerringly so -- and within a beat the rakish coywolf had pivoted and set at a steady clip towards the intruder.

she felt her hackles raise somewhat instinctively as she spotted a dark figure bordering on the sand. he was on their beach -- for a moment she felt a hellish defensiveness scour her stomach. and then she remembered. saltwinter. not a pack, not the nereides. her expression remained dark as she regarded the red-locked wolf, her hackles still stiff along her bony spine. had the wolf not mentioned vlad she likely would have turned upon him -- and even so, she remained remarkably stony.

 "vlad did?" the coywolf asked suspiciously, a cretinous gaze marking her features. "where'd you meet him?"