all my blood will spring and spill, I'll crash the air and be still [surveillance]

Caiaphas peered down at the agouti below her, a slight frown worrying the crease of her triangular face. Perhaps Aella or Akantha could teach this one the ways of the Nereides -- Nakai was too new an inductee to possibly be Wynter's tutor, and Spyridon's energy must be tasked only for preserving their home and their life's way. "We watch." She translated, her tone dry as her attention turned to the lower reaches of the mountain.

As the wind rifled by them she thought she scented the heady scent of fox -- reluctant to jump down the rock she had struggled to climb atop, she nosed the wind until the scent faded. It would be some time before nightfall -- perhaps more of their kin would come.
CAIAPHAS
"how does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?"