Stavanger Bay i'm a traitor to your flesh, in a stone

so far, this was easily the most pleasant interaction caiaphas had ever had with strangers in the teekon wilds. she was somewhat bemused, though kept the reason to herself. neither of the two wolves (okay, one and a half wolves) before her had shown any sign of aggression yet, and in return caiaphas afforded a subtly neutral positioning to her gamine body.

as if to say, she was not a threat.

threat or not, the slippery queen's intentions had yet to be made plain -- for the paler of the two was quick to query in a curiously accented voice. "you can." she supplied smoothy, canting her muzzle to the coywolf that had originally hailed her. "it is reasonable to assume there is a pack in the bay again, no?" she shifted, her feral gaze somewhat shielded. "i wish to be made known of it. why the bay? what are your intentions?"