Ankyra Sound with a chance of fog

This time there was no trickery behind her intentions. She watched him with a half-lidded gaze as he toddled suspiciously towards the fish. She rested her thin muzzle on her paws and observed him almost hungrily and it was clear from the way that he approached that he did not trust her. Fortunately for him her reserves of energy was well past spent -- and she made no move as he fell upon the fish.

She was surprised by the voracity in which he consumed it, dirt scales and all. It had not been the most pleasing of entrees but Caiaphas knew only too well the yawning sense of hunger and for her it was a most fulfilling meal. She was not aware (nor did she care) of what kind of cuisine the whelp was used to, and it did not concern her in the least that his diet may have been incredibly altered given his recent change of hands. She only watched him for now, and once he was finished she turned to him again with a satisfied growl. "Naptime." With that her brilliant eyes fell closed and a heavy sigh expelled from her tense body.