we'd feed well the land, and worry the sheep

@nakai

Across the strand the fair skies brightly flickered off the shimmering waves; in the rippling water the sun was reflected a thousandfold and the beach's shallows were given the deceiving image of unseasonal warmth.

Caiaphas was not stupid (nor brave) enough to wade the shallows - despite their alluring appeal, winter's bite was sharp. She settled for pacing just along the swash-line where the damp sand compressed down in heavy sloughs. The tide was low -- and in several stranded pools she could see the darting ripple of trapped shrimp. Her interest piqued, the lanky coywolf struck off in their direction.