Ankyra Sound are you going to age with grace

from her vantage on the sea bluff's promontory, even she heard the keening bark of saltwinter's russian. she pulled herself upright from her sentinel, sliding off the brine-licked rock in the manner of a snake. the coywolf picked up a trot down the coastline, making towards the auburn wolf's makeshift den.

she was surprised to see rosalyn had made it back -- her last encounter had left her with the impression the fever-ridden wolf was expending the last of her sickly days. she looked much better than caiaphas expected, and slyly she wondered what sort of rebuke or misgiving would be sent her way regarding her encouragement of the red wolf's deliriums. for now she said nothing, electing instead to stride into their company without a word.