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The waif was content to allow Spyridon ample time to answer -- as he considered and weighed his options she nosed about him, her svelte muzzle pressed to the cold sand as if Larus' scent would suddenly be upon them. It was clear the dark male was selecting his answer carefully -- and the coywolf never once pressed him.

When he spoke she flicked an ear in his direction and deliberated the worth behind his words. He was right to surmise that conflict should be avoided -- but Caiaphas was far too rash to heed the sable man's motion. Instead of an outright answer she shrugged then -- and with a roll of her narrow shoulders slung her head to the ground once more to scent about them.