Porcupine Ridge they call holidays an option for a reason,

insert scream emoji

as if things were not shaky enough; another rough beast raised his wicked head, prowling towards caiaphas as if he were the harbinger of all her recent misfortune.

and maybe he was.

caiaphas had not immediately detected him, for her attention had been stolen by the scant scent of musty goat, causing a formidable rumble in her belly that rivaled even the tremors below. caiaphas stilled, a jagged formation of fur rising along her spine. to come across her old enemy in foreign territory was perhaps the gravest misfortune caiaphas had yet to encounter; she would have to be wary, and sharper than ever.

canting her muzzle in a sidelong gesture, caiaphas focused her yellow gaze on the male. he was in better shape than she, she realized with some dismay. hello, comrade. the siren chirruped in a honeyed voice, just as sweet as a poisoned honeypot. come to finish the job you started?