Sequoia Coast A land of barbarians

When the haggard creature mimicked Caiaphas' gesture and articulation, the skeletal female flattened her back and fell to a sliding stop with her back arched like some Halloween cat's, eyes bright and fierce and her topline ridged with sharp jutting hackles.

The sand scattered before her and in the cold her breath flew forward in smoky flares and she stared taken aback, jarring and jilted by the unpredictable maneuver. She eyed the female suspiciously then, a calloused gaze sweeping over her lean and nearly piteous frame. She stole a furtive glance towards the carapace she had rudely deposited and straightened herself haughtily, her gaze cold as she prepared herself to speak.

"You're close to the Sister's wayshrine -- do you wish to anger the Mother with your base and beggarly presence?" She flicked a russet tinted ear backwards and wiggled closer, her eyes wide as a thought struck her. "Or are you here as a supplicant?"