Ankyra Sound Guilty Filthy Soul

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Caiaphas stood in the copse, studying the gnarled face of a rotten sequoia. The bough was soft, rotted through with sundry little beetle-drilled holes -- and a moist, thick miasma rose from the fallen log. Underneath, no doubt, something dead slept -- it was not unreasonable to assume the bough had fallen and killed whatever had been unfortunate enough to be under it.

She had no interest in investigating further, despite the sour smell that wafted towards her. She would have considered her patrol of the border were it not for the hoarse call that sounded not too far from her. Startled, the lanky coywolf turned about, trotting bouncily towards the sound.

Certainly one could assume Caiaphas did not expect to ever see Aella again -- but as she drew closer, the hunched, wretched figure was most certain Aella. It was with a flicker of smug superiority that she noted Aella was considerably worse for wear -- gone was the muscular appeal, the amazonian prowess -- what remained before Caiaphas was a wolf who looked famished. Caiaphas slowed to a stop, her head tilted to the side as if she did not recognize the wolf. She said nothing -- silence was her customary greeting. While she did not expect Aella to explain herself, she assumed whatever explanation she offered would be a most interesting story indeed.