Ankyra Sound stop i could've dropped my croissant

caiaphas had not missed the attention the luschyon duo paid to the borders. everywhere evidence of their passing was present -- every stone rubbed upon, every bush bearing their scent. the perimeter of their territory had been carefully attended to, and all around them was the unmistakable sign of pack settlement. so when she saw a stranger openly defy these signs and march boldly on what was claimed land, it set her little teeth on edge. the wolf was distinctly not of their clan -- it was neither her most recently adopted boy, nor either of the tow-headed brood from lusca's blood. it was easy to piece together that this wolf was neither of the females the rag-tag luschyon boys had managed to convert -- and it was certainly not @Kierkegaard nor any flotsam he had managed to drag in.

she approached from behind and kept a fair distance, her eyes settling on the interloper with a crippling glare. she would wait to see how nyx elected to handle this trespasser, but if one thing was certain it was that caiaphas had no intention of letting this little border-hopper leave.