Sequoia Coast Somewhere in the darkness

Shit, the mangy coywolf thought inwardly with her harridan gaze locked on the much bigger wolf. She hadn't exactly anticipated Osprey's bravery -- typically when Caiaphas dropped her marbles, her audience hastily ran.

She was not afraid of Osprey. At least not yet. With bold resolution, her fierce yellow gaze met the she-wolf's own. Caiaphas arched her back and scuttled sideways with her tail flagged. Her fur stood out in outrageous tufts, wildly misplaced and rowdy. Osprey's ominous words were given little thought.

"You know, last week I truncated this raccoon. Mad as a march hare and drooling -- babbling, stupid thing." Caiaphas cackled wildly, inching closer with her maniacal gaze locked firmly on Osprey. "But lately, I've been feeling peaked." The waif snorted, her muzzle slavering with frothy spittle. "Do you think he was sick?" She paused, her query almost innocent -- her eyes wide with feigned surprise. "Do you think.. I could get you sick?"

At this point, Caiaphas hoped to be close enough to Osprey that a lunge was not out of the question. If Osprey had not turned from her then, she would pounce forwards, her jaws snapping with frenzied vehemence to drive the pestilent creature away.