Moonlight Stroll (Joining Thread)

Caiaphas had been, admittedly, hawkishly watching the white hued male as he drew closer to their enclave. A protective bristle rose down her backside as she waited, her breath baited and teeth clenched in territorial stiffness.

She was willing to wait for him to reveal himself -- and in time he did; a harmonious yet gentle call seemed to filter through the quiet forest. At that moment Caiaphas stalked out from the underbrush like some heathen apprentice -- her feral yellow eyes fastened on the male without apology. "Do you know where you are, stranger?" She knew Aktaie would likely follow shortly behind -- as it was not Caiaphas' place to accept those into the fold. On the other hand, their male count was low and the strand could certainly use the extra bodies on hand.