they put a gun above it and a narrow behold

Her studious examination of the bone was interrupted as a scent pungently perpetuated the clear air. She looked upwards and in the darkness ascertained the form of a female making its way towards the colossus.

More curious than the approach of a stranger was the unmistakable scent of gravelroot -- Caiaphas' nose twitched in displeasure as the astringent scent permeated the air with sharp clarity. So bitter her nose curdled in displeasure. She rose and walked affirmatively towards the female - her expression was neutral and her posture assured yet without aggressive ambition.

"You do well to harvest that in the fall. It is most potent then. Is one of the Stavanger wolves sick?" She recognized also Ragnar's scent - though somewhat faded - and the wolf smelled unmistakably of salt.