Ankyra Sound stop i could've dropped my croissant

"You're right," murmured Wylla to Nyx as Caiaphas scruffed Rose and pressed her into the rough sand. Wylla's jet ears flicked back uncertainly, but all the while she was scribbling mental notes to herself. She had no love for the sea witch, but this manner of dealing with trespass certainly brooked no argument. It seemed like a good way to ensure a favourable outcome.

Something rippled strangely in Wylla's gut when Caiaphas' tail flagged skyward, but for now, it was tempered by her usual nature; soon the season would ripen and such flagrant displays would offend her more, but she was newly come to the strand and new to the position Ingram had elected her to as well, and didn't know how to handle herself. With a grim smile at Nyx, the cinder yearling headed off in another direction. She didn't want to be involved in whatever weird rituals and spells Caiaphas was sure to use on their cinnamon captive, and she didn't want to be responsible for Rose either.