Dragoncrest Cliffs so this is goodbye

caiaphas kept her gaze on the dark male, noting even from this distance the lashing of pewter that seemed to cloak the cauldron black of his frame. he seemed wary of her; good -- for the little she-wolf possessed a wicked set of teeth.

she tilted her slender muzzle, the black line of her maw not unlike the sharp rise of a sniper -- her tourmaline yellow eyes seemed to meet his own fearlessly and she took a step forward, her pale tail threaded over her gaunt hips in thin wisps. "ave, stranger. why are you here?" the coywolf called out, her tone dry and seemingly without warmth.

but the stranger bid no reply, and caiaphas was unable to intercept him. silently she strode off, finding other things in which to occupy her time.