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since the wound on her neck had finally knitted shut (though it still remained painful, bald and raw), caiaphas found herself wandering with returning frequency towards the borders. the drageda scum had tried nothing since their raid -- and caiaphas, ever one to distrust the quiet, wondered what silly little plans the dogs of the cliff concocted above.

she was moving at a pace that suggested leisure and ownership of the woods when she came across laurel sniffing between two massive boughs. her tail instantly rose, but the wolf bore no scent of drageda -- and to caiaphas' inquisitive nose, seemed to possess a rather heady pineland scent to her.. as if she were a rogue in this seaside world, and belonged somewhere far more inland.

lifting her head, the siren cleared her throat -- her eyes measuring laurel with a rapacious and experienced efficiency.