Ankyra Sound bleary will, barely still

she loomed up behind him in the slow-roiling manner of a thundercloud. Lycaon had, generally speaking, adapted to the serpentine quality of Caiaphas' approaches. as such, he jumped only slightly out of his hide with faint-hearted propulsion when the inquisitive lull of ”lose something?”  tightened around him like Kaa’s coil. his plaster-white head jolted upwards, back foot slipping awkwardly from its purchase on the morass. ”oh good lord! hey, presto--look at you, there you are... heh..” the boy wheezed, heart clubbing his chest with the proficiency a shaolin monk. ”sneaking, huh, still your thing?” he asked, voice reverting to puberty momentarily. "announcements--those are fun. oh boy." he added with a flourish of his paw, careful not to displace himself from the rock. "any pack announcements?" his ears pitched like airplane wings in turbulence.

sloppily evasive of her question, and given how twitchy he had become in her presence, she would sniff out the classified nature of his mission with a quickness if she hadn't already.