Porcupine Ridge threshold

She smothered another gurgling cry as a flare of lightning rocked the sky and sent the world into light; a flare of vivid and blinding white and then the sudden calamitous darkness.

Caiaphas reeled and flew under the overhang, a quivering and terrible mess. The male trailed behind her -- his long stride ground-consuming and lithe. She watched him broodily, unsure of how to interact with him. She was not by nature incredibly outgoing, and when he blinked and shook his silver-tipped body she rose and did the same -- though she stalked out to the perimeter of the crag as not to splatter him.

Once she was satisfied she turned back, feeling slightly cagey in such close proximity. She proffered a bland smile and strove to meet the brilliance of his infernal-gold eyes for a brief second before breaking contact and speaking. "I'm Caiaphas." She started -- and startled as another brutal pang of lightning and the howling crackle of thunder crashed overhead.