Porcupine Ridge threshold

She watched him secretly, her sly gaze withholding -- and there was no mistaking in his ash-furred countenance the faint gleam of recognition, the small understanding -- that flushed distant across his features. Her words, however muddled, had made sense to him. This was an unheard of practice and Caiaphas' eyes fell fast to the skyline in sudden meekness.

He admitted what she had suspected -- that he was a wolf of his own accord. She tentatively wondered then if she should even bother -- the Nereides would likely not suit him, he was too strong and likely too intelligent to want to concede to a harem of females (some of which Caiaphas believed half-wits). She expelled a sigh and enjoyed for a moment the monosyllabic nature of his response.

"I would say you would be welcome with my pack along the coast -- but men are seen as serfs there. We are short in men, perhaps you''d understand why." A wicked flash lit her features in dry humor. "But there is also the Bay, which houses many wolves. Ouroboros Spine is not far from here either -- and they need able bodies. Are you looking at all for a place to settle among your kind, Kierkegaard? Or does the dust of a wanderer suit you?"