Sea Lion Shores shoot for the stars

She watched as the female remained quiet -- a wry smirk (one is tempted to call it a smirl) wringing her haggish features. Khatera, an unarguably sharp creature, had met Caiaphas' silence with despondence of her own. If the female was going to play Caiaphas' game, she was in for a surprise -- Caiaphas never played fair.

Most wolves would have likely reacted to silence by moving away or displacing themselves from the situation. Unlike the rest of wolfmanity, Caiaphas thrived when others were uncomfortable -- and with that ugly and insidious smirk still travailing her muzzle she rose and stepped dangerously close to Khatera. She would inch and inch and inch until they were within kiss or kill distance -- face to face with pretty wolf facing scullion coywolf; until they were close enough that each of them could feel the heat of the other's body pulsating through the brine-ridden air.