Ankyra Sound I'm Mr. Lonely

caiaphas had been on hyper vigilance ever since lusca's errant departure -- it enraged her to learn of her insubordinate actions, and coupled with vlad's loss, the she-wolf was in a foul mood. and so, she had dedicated a large portion of her time pacing the borders, and as a result, looked dissolute and haggard as ever.

when the howl came forth it was attended to promptly -- without circumstance the waif trotted out down the cliff, her prowling gait riddled with resolution. what graced her sight was not what she expected -- the wolf looked just as worn and ragged as she, if not more. a cursory glance led caiaphas to believe some sort of strangeness simmered behind those golden eyes, and with a leveled stare the she-wolf silently seemed to ask 'what'?