Heron Lake Plateau and when you wanted me, i came to you

rummaging between tall fronds of grass was fruitless work, and caiaphas was happy for the distraction of soft foot-falls. she lifted her muzzle from the shuddering blades and caught the familiar bladed shoulders of rifling wildfire; the firebrand from a few days before.

caiaphas paused, affording the she-wolf a brief delve of her muzzle in respect. she supposed gratitude might be in order, given the red sylph had intercepted (read: executed) svalinn's would-be assailant. she did not wrestle with the idea that wolf had met a cruel end; yet, that lack of empathy for life may have been one of caiaphas' many flaws.

as for the flamekissed she-wolf's question, caiaphas considered it quietly and then answered: "looking for a winter-worthy den. hard to find it when everything's flat." she waved a thin wrist in disdain before her -- how she missed the undulating shores of her home.