thank the gandy dancers for a path well worn

The sundry colored male seemed offput by her appearance. Caiaphas flicked an ear as if dismissing her startling emergence, electing instead to draw smoothly on her angled quarters and regard him with a dismissive gaze.

He was so polite for a man so coldly accosted. Even the mellow blue of his soft gaze seemed imparted with some patriarchal ease. The wretched coywolf, upon realizing her error in revealing herself to a wolf of the Glacier, did not stir from her perch. With a flicker of contempt crossing her gaze, she remembered Danica -- a wolf that frequented their strand once, beggarly entreating their kelp.

"I am Caiaphas." No pack or rank followed her name -- hushed, the silence rushed in to fill the void of her title.