a thousand teeth, and yours among them

@godfrey

There was little to be heard over the rush of the wind -- and so, Godfrey's arrival was quite sudden to Caiaphas. Turning her narrow and flutelike muzzle in his direction she regarded him with a rather clipped expression. Her absurdly long ears fluttered in the tearing squall, and so piercing was the cold she was inclined to pull deeper into the rock's outcrop.

As the cinnamon-brushed male closed the distance between them the sylph adopted a mein of stiffness, regarding the rather large male with indifference. He dwarfed her in nearly every retrospect -- and as she withdrew instinctively into the darker recess of the jutting stone she allowed him only the smallest of fickle smiles. "Lovely day, isn't it?" She supplied airily, though no glint of humor lingered in her harsh yellow eyes.