Golden Moose

she had expected the thing to wilt in terror as it realized her eyes upon him -- yet he did not shrivel up and waste as he beheld her. caiaphas allowed her ears to flatten as the fox bellowed in her direction. for a moment she was unsure of the reason for his outrage -- that was, until, he mentioned autumn.

caiaphas had not seen that fiery little fox in a while, and in truth, had hoped the thing dead. it seemed fate enjoyed intertwining their lives, for they had met on many occasion and none of those occasions had been pleasant. "i don't steal children." the coywolf supplied in a dark tone, lowering her head as she prowled forwards. nothing about her approach was friendly -- not even the way her fur remained calmly slicked to her gaunt body.

"are you autumn's friend?" she inquired, her voice beguiling -- "or more than that?"