Horizon Ridge doncamatic

Caiaphas could hardly reconcile the fond nostalgia in his words with the statement 'beaten, quite literally'. The look of absolute disbelief was entirely open across her narrow muzzle -- and she eyed him with voluminous incredulity. Even her ears, forced forward in sharp triangles, had a semblance of doubt to them. He did not look outrightly stupid -- but she could not fathom why he would speak so wistfully of a bygone past that seemed turbulent with misery.

"That's nice." She answered dryly, sniffing out the air between them. He bore the scent of the sea, like her -- and while she detected faint traces of his packmates (two of which she could pick out in a crowd any day) she hated to assume. "Who beat it into you? Did you not grow up by the sea?" The inquiry, however innocently posed, had a subtle hint of knowing to it -- while she did not wish to outrightly ask if he was part of the Bay, there was an awareness in her tone that spoke of it.