j - we can make the world stop

When a howl pierced the coarse call of wind and sand, Caiaphas paused -- a singular ear flicked forward in interest. As of late she was never sure how to perceive the visitors who elected to approach the Sound -- they often were a colossal disappointment in the prospective member department or they were confrontational. Deciding then the call could go ignored no longer, the svelte creature rose and trotted loftily towards the sound's source.

She did not outright recognize Akantha, and as Caiaphas scrutinized the Amazonian's wretched state she drew quite close than normal comfort would dictate. Adopting a hardened pose similar to the mein she had often see Aktaie deliver, the silvery poltroon awaited Akantha's due explanation.