Ankyra Sound long and weary my road has been

the banter was quick to unfold between the stranger and caiaphas. for a fleeting moment, the young man imagined that they already knew each other to be speaking with such crude humor. it wouldn't have made much sense to him that they should be strangers and approaching one another with such familiarity. as they talked, his sharp gaze roamed from where they stood to the cliffs that stood over the territory. a piece of him wondered if the wolves up there were capable of seeing so far down to where they were.

the thought was quickly cast from his mind. the wolves on the cliffs weren't gods – not even close – and they would not have been able to see the goings on in the sound from where they were. all the while, he did not say anything to contribute to the conversation that took place between his mother and the stranger. he imagined that he would not have had anything of value to offer. instead, he pulled his sights from the cliffs and returned them to the other wolf with a flash of interest.