i'd rather face the dark

She was quick to escape the sea's touch, the very marrow of her bones extricated by unrelenting cold. Once her paws met the frozen sand she shook herself wildly to rid of the clinging icewater that shocked her senses, her eyes somewhat wide from the water's offensive touch.

As Kevlyn strode over to her with concern marking his muzzle the Siren Queen tried her best to hide her shattered composure. She afforded him a graceless smile that shuddered as an all-consuming shiver wracked her fine bones. "Only my pride." She admitted sheepishly, surveying the immaculately kept youth with a pall of amusement. The two were stark opposites in their decorum that day -- Caiaphas, roguish and wildly unkept -- Kevlyn's fur flat and smooth as a testament to his grooming efforts.

She became more serious then, hunching close as to ensure none heard them. "I have plans to raid soon, you know."