Sea Lion Shores what's the use of stacking on every failure, another stone

did we want to fade?

Caiaphas watched as Aktaie reeled the carcass to her side -- there was no trace of hunger in Caiaphas' yellow gaze. She was hesitant to speak too quickly, and with her tongue checked she listened as Aktaie broached the endless subject of the Nereides' creed. The feral creature did not flinch when Aktaie spoke of traitors -- as reedy and inconstant as she seemed, Caiaphas was not a wolf of violence and any treason would likely have been sourced over food or wares.

"Junior told me a little -- but I am interested." She likely did not need to explain why -- winter, despite being months away, was fully weighing on her mind -- and Caiaphas was much too malnourished to endure the harshness of the season without aid. She could not extricate exactly why she had fallen into interest with the enclave -- but something about the austere agouti and her clan of Amazonians enticed Caiaphas in a way that seemed inexplicable to the coywolf.

Once she confirmed her resolve Aktaie seemed somewhat settled and she spoke easily of their culture -- of their home -- of the laws and the expectations. Caiaphas listened rapt and dared not once interrupt. At length the strong female exhausted her initiation, and after a few parting inquiries they departed ways. Caiaphas then struck back to the grotto where she resided, hermetic and reclusive -- and spent the rest of the night sound asleep.