Sequoia Coast empty flowers

oooooooo... nice and upbeat... i could see a kidnap happening to that tune

She watched him as he followed up behind her. He was quick to align himself against a rearing silhouette of stone, and for a moment he disappeared entirely from sight. Caiaphas skulked in the darkness, watching with bemusement as he popped forth from the small crevice like a sprung bird -- the ample way he paused and listened curiously to the echoes nearly tickled her. Caiaphas had yet to witness childish wonder first-hand and his actions slightly puzzled her.

In truth, Caiaphas was possibly not very well equipped to deal with a puppy.

But this realization was far from her mind -- she was most intrigued by his sudden switch of gears. She looked about her, noting how the walls were slick with grime and rife with all manner of monstrous constructs of moss and lichen. Even the glowworms had their own ominous pulse -- nothing about the cave was welcoming nor homely.

If she were more maternal she would have likely afforded some sort of care for the infant -- instead she brushed by him, stalking towards a small carving in the flat stone bed where she had made her own bed assorted by furs, sticks and all manner of marooned and shattered whelks. She curled swiftly into a ball and watched the pup from one half-lidded eye. It did not occur to her to ask him if he wished for food or water -- assuming all his needs were met, Caiaphas settled in her bed to sleep.