Fox's Glade to help a family that's been replacing me

caiaphas watched him warily; she was weakened, yet not harmless. the manner in which she studied kaito belied the gentle stereotype of demure grandmother -- caiaphas looked more hellish hag than anything as she spread in the water in the manner of a soggy rat.

sodden and unwilling to rise, she stiffened as kaito approached. he might be a healer, or he might be pretending -- she need only remember wolves like sarah existed. wolves like her, too.

wolves that could not be trusted, no matter how much they said otherwise.

"come no closer." caiaphas growled, her matted fur rising in wet clumps. as far as she was concerned he had little reason to approach that weren't nefarious. her lips peeled back in a silent snarl both forbidding and gruesome. "you can help me without touching me. if you are a healer, what will you do? what is a maika'i teiru?"