Ankyra Sound bleary will, barely still

caiaphas had meant to suss out from the rabble her only adoring child -- he was proving a difficult individual to locate, if only because he never fucking stood still. caiaphas had wandered over hill and dale to find lycaon -- who was likely the last wolf (other than kierkegaard) that held some shred of fondness for her in his heart. how they did it, she would never know, as she was perfectly aware of what a spiteful little bitch she was.

at least wylla and ingram possessed the good sense to leave her unchallenged in her wanderings -- as did the agouti wolf she had seen when she was the sole wolf to intercept the interloper. caiaphas appreciated this deliberate avoidance; some wolves might have found such a life lonely and burdensome, but caiaphas thrived in isolation the way fungus must giddily spread in the dark.

she came across a trail of lycaon's and set to it, wondering what compelled him to visit the forest that day. from the upturned rocks, tussled snow and battered imprints of his passing, she concluded he might have been looking for something. she picked up her pace, pulling through the snowstrewn forest and its giant occupants with a fleetness to her step until she came across lycaon hunched over a lichen-splattered stone. "lose something?" she asked, pulling up alongside her adoptive son with a critical eye upon him.