Totoka River knocking on the door

Just like the tar colored coywolf, Caiaphas viewed their interaction as a game. Everything in the world, down to its provincial bones, was a game to her.

She drew herself upwards as the male's smooth rejoinder fluttered into the frigid air between them. She eyed him warily as he remained motionless -- ah, they seemed at an impasse.

Idly her tail flicked and she regarded his features carefully. At first she had assumed him a wolf, for he bore the fierce stature of one -- but there was something about his gaze and the slender meld of his muzzle that suggested otherwise.

"Dare you come closer?" She echoed, her expression bland despite the taunt that sung heavily in her words.