Emberflame Ridge Lots of confusion

caiaphas spared a brief smile of sympathy; it was entirely fabricated, though aliac would likely be none the wiser. as her tourmaline gaze moved from the she-wolf to the packlands beyond her, caiaphas drew to a supine position. it was in part because she was simply tired -- but it was also a gesture of comfort in her surroundings.

if aliac changed her tune, the wretch would be spring-ready with fangs bared -- but something told her aliac was not the ambushing type. "busy with what? there is not much to do this time of year but wait for the snows to thaw. busy waiting?"