Sequoia Coast A land of barbarians

With a near doleful expression the lithe female watched the equally skeletal coywolf -- her narrow muzzle turned to behold the quivering creature as she withdrew as if repelled by Caiaphas' admittance. She nodded austerely at the female's inquiry, uncaring that her name had been grievously mis-uttered.

For a moment Caiaphas studied the animal, wondering what caused the irremediable tremors that wracked her body. She wondered if the coywolf was even cognizant of her body's uncontrollable disquiet. "It seems you are special as well, have monsters touched you to make you shake like that? You are not a wolf at all."

She lifted her muzzle skyward and looked for a moment like some proud and crowing heathen. "The monsters favor us." She lowered her head and a feral glint lit her gaze -- her voice fell into a hushed whisper as she pulled close to Cthulu's ears in what appeared to be secrecy. "They do not care for wolves."