Totoka River knocking on the door

The shadowed wraith was brave to approach Caiaphas -- or perhaps, he lacked any sort of conduit in which preservation could thrive. Caiaphas watched him as he approached, and with each step her hackles bristled -- with each foot he gained it appeared her fur rose outwards as if a volatile undercurrent ran through them.

When he spoke she tilted her muzzle to the side and parted her jaw, her teeth swinging upon him in the manner of an ill-swung bludgeon -- simultaneously she lept back and hopefully out of his striking range. She had hoped to nick his jaw, to subvert his gaze -- and once she sprung back she would remain defensive unless the coywolf rallied himself for assault.

In which case, she'd probably run.