Greatwater Lake i've had a famous man on his fire escape

Caiaphas would have remained woefully oblivious to the stranger were it not for the scent that suddenly wafted across the water. Caiaphas froze, her sharp little eyes narrowing as she watched the ripples flounce past her and fade into the tranquil reaches of the lake.

She wondered if she could scry then -- in the manner Psamathe was so adept at. She peered at the water without moving -- trying in vain to catch the reflection of the wolf she knew now was behind her. When this proved fruitless she craned her neck, peering over her narrow shoulders to behold the sight of a gruesomely black male that sat contently, menacing like some predator.

She flicked her tail, her yellow eyes absent of fear.