Sequoia Coast Purple

caiaphas considered the question. you come from these waves? a wisp-thin smile threaded silently on her sharp muzzle as she weighed the strange inflection in those words. in some ways, maybe she had sprung forth from the salt-licked strand -- it would certainly explain her affinity for it.

her gaze returned to stark female, her eyes somewhat narrowed as she assessed the coywolf's health. she did not look as if she was starving -- and certainly she did not sport the disheveled look of an outcast. "i did." the salt witch confirmed, unmoved from her cat-like crouch. "yourself?"