Ankyra Sound No wings of wax or endless mountains

caiaphas turned her gaze to the small dimple of riffling waves left by ephraim's touch. it struck her that the water was in many ways like life -- one small stirring with a thousand ripples in aftermath.

ephraim's distrust of the cold embrace evinced a small smile in the she-wolf -- she too had taken too long to welcome the brace of icy brine. as she considered how long it would be before the pups got their sea-legs, ephraim stirred and tottered as if drunk away from her. in afterthought, she was tired -- and she rose slowly and plodded after him with the smile still lingering on her narrow features.