Hopefully, they liked each other more than she had liked her own husband. She didn't want a plain drunken morning and the finding of a well-placed lone antler to be the last day her baby had -- or the Zaal, she supposed, after all the effort she'd gone through to get them into a more favorable position. Unlike her own marriage, she'd tried to fit together two pieces of a puzzle that might actually go together.
If Caiaphas knew how to return, she would've by now. She hoped Harvey knew as much.
There were other wolves around, she could smell them -- they even seemed to be the most popular creature to grace these lands. And yet, of all the weeks she'd slunk around investigating, she only now approached her second other creature. Not a large feline this time, but a bear.
A polar bear.
Caiaphas sat up slowly, stood, and smiled.
Curiously, cautiously, the autumn fae approached. It seemed a little out of place for there to be a snow-bear here, of all places, but perhaps Mythris was just so out of whack even the not sentient creatures were turned around. After all, as she watched from where she lay beneath a golden boughed tree, the beast made a beeline for the water and started to place herself in it, as if knowing something was wrong, she was not where she needed to be.
What a sight,she rumbled appreciatively, gently probing for either a reaction of words or instinct.

