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She stalked the angular creature with a look of intensity, her expression resolute and unyielding in its grimness. The crow from earlier remained entirely forgotten -- no, this vagrant rag was much more interesting. Caiaphas slowed down and studied the wastrel closely, her stride diminishing greatly with each step until at length she was at a halt as she witnessed this creature dig. She could venture several guesses to the female's intentions, but like Bayou, Caiaphas' coat was not yet infiltrated with the pack's own -- and curiously, she was not wont to challenge the female directly. Opting for a more innocuous approach, the black-masked female spoke -- her words pressed with innocence and guile alike. "You new to the pack too?" The question was without mirth or disparagement - and to any observer it would appear that Caiaphas believed this female to be a packmate, freshly indoctrinated into Horizon Ridge's illustrious fold.