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caiaphas was not one to want to stray from the grotto -- as winter had advanced she had become more accustomed to the darkness, the stillness. she breathed the cave air, slept on the cold floor, and ate in solidarity in the yawning chambers. the world outside of the grotto was ravaged with uncertainty -- with brightness -- and as she rose from her encampment she nearly recoiled by the harsh glare of sunlight reflecting off the iridescent sheet of snow that blanketed the strand.

with a grumble she set towards the woods -- she had exhausted the cave for an old cache she had placed in the summer, the succulent flesh of porcupine -- but after tearing apart the stone walls she had found nothing. she surmised she had buried it at one of the rendezvous sites in the forest, and as she rounded the stump that marked the outer perimeter she rose as a strange wolf rose into her vision. instinctively the wretch plastered herself against the arm of the root, all but her fierce yellow eyes and outrageously long ears concealed. she knew it was vlad's new acolyte, but knew nothing else of the female. bitterly, she wondered if the newest member was earning her keep -- with a skulk she half hung back in an effort to appear as if she were resentfully spying on the new girl.