Ankyra Sound ugh, the ocean

there were many things caiaphas enjoyed about packlife -- but the summoning howls was not often one of them. too often she expected trouble at the borders, and too often trouble had delivered. cautious and clearly sore, caiaphas gritted her teeth and made for the borders with grim obedience.

her steps were stilted and her eyes blurry with pain as she met them; one wolf she recognized -- the she-wolf that had been both a surrogate mother to illidan, and the wolf to reunite her with her son. for grezig, caiaphas would always share a begrudging warmth -- for without the stern huntress, illidan might not be alive at all.

the other wolf caiaphas did not recognize, though her gaze trailed his form with idle curiosity, as he bore some resemblance to the she-wolf he stood beside. dipping her head (an action that was very subdued given the snarling wound to her pelt), she glanced between the two of them. "what brings you here?"