Sequoia Coast give me no reprieve

Often, Caiaphas' duties extended beyond Siren Queen to watcher -- warden -- and on this such day, she had braved the frothy sea to purloin from the barren landscape what little there was to observe. The sting of salt on her little muzzle often cleared her senses -- and the sea often rose to meet her and unburden her of her worries.

It was during such an excursion on the strand that she came across Mordecai, a wolf she had presumed dead or gone since her encounter with Cara. She rose from the water, sylph-like and sodden like a rat -- and as she drew closer to the red-hued male a vague smile played thinly across her sharp muzzle. "Tell me -- is it true the words of your packmate, that you were no longer fit to rule?" Her wording was cruel -- perhaps a lance would have been softer -- but all the same, she wished to hear the male's explanation for his abdication.