Rising Sun Valley thin thread

Caiaphas peered down at the male, her fur ruffled in the manner of a disgruntled bird -- even her sharp yellow eyes seemed possessed of some shrewd veneer. She had no interest in playing -- not with a wolf she couldn't outright dominate. His playful query was met with a surprisingly austere glance of distaste.

She seemed to pause for a moment, her expression studious as she inspected carefully the grey of her seeming adversary's gaze. And then, with a swift shift of her paws she tried to push a small mound of snow and ice upon his uplifted face before departing quickly up the mountainous slab.