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Caiaphas pursued the gaunt ghoul with fierce determination -- but regrettably her stamina had scarcely the same resolution. She panted and every tendon seemed to suck back in reluctance as she pattered after the fleet monster -- her eyes darkened with stormy dislike and her jaws parted with heaving gasps.

But once the strange speaking outsider fled out of the territory Caiaphas' heavy pursuing stopped: she had no intention of expending energy she scarcely had and already she felt her will beginning to expire.

Pulling off she slowed to a halt and threw back her insidiously thin muzzle and a throaty, victorious crow of a howl shot forth in scornful rebuke: piss off she thought sourly to herself -- and for the rest of the night she would dedicate herself to bitterly reinforcing the borders with her malodorous piss.