Redhawk Caldera don't you ever tame your demons -- always keep them on a leash

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She sat in the shallows for now, satisfied by her progress. Soon the day would be done and the sun would fade and she would have to find a place to bed for the night -- but for now, she idled.

The afternoon was peace, and the water warm enough -- and everything seemed so tranquil that Caiaphas nearly would have dozed off were it not for the approach of another. Wearily she wiped her rheum-ridden eyes with a sopping paw and stood half upright in an exhaust-ridden recumbent position. Her narrow muzzle canted to the side as a brilliant red wolf met her -- there was an audible and obvious limp to her gait. Despite this weakness, Caiaphas surmised the wolf was not one she would want to trifle with -- and while she was small as wolves went, she was nearly bigger than Caiaphas.

She remained neutral, though she was painfully aware from the wolf's scent that she was fairly close to a newly established territory. "What makes you think I am a sea-wolf?" She questioned smoothly, her expression innocuous and indeterminable. "What hurt you?"