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Caiaphas grunted into the cold sand, her cheek pressed against the earth and a singular eye half-closed and lifted to the sky as she rolled in the granular earth. The wind, biting her spine with the clarity of a hag's touch, caused her to pause and lift her sand-crusted face from the dirt with vague interest. Her damp nose, clouded now with filth, exhaled and inhaled the scent of brine, saltwater.. and for a minute, possibly fox? She shifted onto her elbows, her expression sour as she looked along the desolate shore for the culprit. It wasn't hard to spot her either, the coalblack shadow that streaked along the enormity of the strand - though Caiaphas noted most dubiously that it was not a fox that had assaulted her sensitive nostrils with its odor. She begrudgingly rose to all fours, shaking the detritus from her hide with a haggard sigh. With lofty steps she trotted forwards, aiming to intercept the pitch animal that carried the scent of another species entirely on her pelt. Glowering, her lithe legs carried her swiftly towards her newest interest - and the impish look that swallowed her features was ugly and entirely without remorse.