Ankyra Sound empty churches with soulless curses

Akantha is tresspassing, but isn't far past the borders per WOLF rules. This is a joining thread, with typical Akantha flare.

A chance.

The simple notion of wild, unfounded fancies drew her from the Beyond and down, down, down until her umber fur was tousled by the salt-licked breeze slicing across the sound below. Splashed upon the lower trunks of the trees, and smattered throughout the borders was the telling echos of a revenant risen to haunt the reaches she called home--those which she once commanded with an iron fist. 

Caiaphas?

Akantha, having aged two years since her last confirmed appearance in the Wilds, appeared hale. Her robust frame cut an impressive swath of mahogany and black against the budding greenery of early Spring. She sported a few new scars, but the grand majority of them were hidden beneath a dense weave of fur. Her fierce hazel hues narrowed in consideration of the information laid plain across the borders--

Their leadership was in constant flux, and not one figure stood out plain amongst the rabble. Why Caiaphas, notorious for her ruthleness among the Sirens, did not seat herself at the head of this pack was beyond Akantha's measure of understanding. Notably, there were several males present in the border markings. One might call their marks prevelant, even. 

A scowl twisted across her inky lips as she braced her claws against the mossy loam, and scraped fresh grooves into the soil before pressing into the territory with the intent to speak to @Caiaphas directly.

A calculated risk, but one she was willing to face.