Blackwater Islands and still too close to you i feel

it was the wind that howled between them that told caiaphas of wraen’s presence - it bore the scent of her pelt as it clawed its way down from the heavens, though it did well in its shrieking tempest to obscure evidence of her footfalls. 

caiaphas set against the wind, her pelt ruffled as she made detour for the wolf passing through. scent alone told the sylph this wolf was not of the cliff’s ranks, though by the wilderness that clung to her hide caiaphas wondered if the stormy pelted wolf held any allegiance at all. hale, she grunted over the whipping wind, surprised by the force of the gale as it whisked by her.