Ankyra Sound i took it to the right man

she watched as a waterflogged wretch approached her, her expression one of faint misgiving. the sound was not hers anymore - she lacked the firepower to chase all manner of life away -- all the same, her hackles lifted instinctively in defense and her gaze took on a most iniquitous glare. it would always be in her nature to protect this place, even if she had no claim to it any longer.

caiaphas was not about to let her guard down around a stranger -- particularly while she had food -- with a scowl and a snatch of her little paws she tucked the crab's corpse underneath her thin chest and regarded her new companion with a cold stare. he was not a wolf she recognized, nor did he carry any scent that could possibly align or malign him. she propped on her thin elbows and regarded the scar that cut cleanly across his muzzle. his quip, while clever, was not rewarded by any discernible sign of amusement -- instead the sylph spoke: "what'd you do to earn that scar?"