why were you digging, what did you bury?

Sharply, the waif contorted her body and her spine arched as she turned about. Her gaze fell on the forlornly grey pup, whose expression seemed somewhat appeasing -- lowering her body, she inched towards him in a mimicry of his own actions.

However unlike Kevlyn, Caiaphas was not being endearing. She sat on her ragged elbows abruptly, her haunches folded and her hocks flat on the cold stone. A sidelong glance in Kevlyn's direction suggested Caiaphas was up to no good -- and true to nature the wretch lifted one ungainly and boorishly large front paw towards Kevlyn in the hopes to (almost) playfully bop him on his pitiful skull.
CAIAPHAS
"how does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?"