Ankyra Sound the cloth i'm cut from don't take too kindly to being held down in restraint

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Like a delinquent schoolboy Lusca was dragged by the collar––heels towing ruts in the soil––back to the grotto by the pale-knuckled fist of her capturer. Caiaphas was bound and determined to keep Lusca firmly in place on the strand, and to what end or for what reason she could not surmise. She was not assigned to any tasks, she did not possess any esoteric talents that made her a valuable asset to the pack, nor did she provide for them in any meaningful way. So what purpose did she serve the Sea Witch? Potentially none. Potentially more than she thought. Maybe this was all for sport; a foxhunt in which her role was that of the vixen running scared from the bay of coursing hounds.

Contrarily, the wraith spent long stretches of day slinking the coast, avoiding the peeled eyes of wardens and throwing her voice morosely for the ears of her pale suitor. She was at her most productive when scratching around for food that did not find sanctuary in the sea. "Contributing member of the community" was not her make or model. 

Casting her sights about, she took stock of her dawnlit surroundings before breaking into a jog-trot across the littoral.