Ankyra Sound You dance on a tightrope of weird

the wretch rose her head from the brine, her tattered ears cast forward to the howl that punctuated the coven. wading forth from the mist-grey waters she strode towards the sound, her gait rippling and smooth as she broke out into a lope. it took her a few tries to figure out where he was -- and once she saw the stranger she assumed a pose of authoritative interest. her fur remained unruffled, but there was a glint her gaze that suggested distrust. if this was one of the 'captain's' accolytes, she'd be hard pressed to find any vestige of warmth for the fellow. "who are you?" the coywolf inquired, making no attempt to mask her blatant surveying of his limbs and frame.