Soundless song

It was easy to spot white along the cold front, for the sea had ebbed most of the snow away. Caiaphas had become suspicious of an inward traveller when the breeze bore not the scent of brine but of wolf -- and she was quick to alter her path to intercept it.

The wolf before her was most curious, in that it seemed the latter half of its hindquarters was woefully adequate. The Siren Queen made no attempt to conceal her gaze's direction, and it was with a curt sort of primness that she hailed the individual. It was customary that she allowed them reason to speak or act first -- and so, she waited for the stranger's explanation for venturing so close to her home.