03-28-2012, 12:46 PM
A prickling tingle fingered its way down her prominent spine, causing her to suddenly and in a violent movement lift her eyes to the heavens. Yellow eyes stared back at her: despite their lofty positioning, reminding Caspa more of snake than hawk. If it hadn't been for the scent and those eyes, she would never have recognised Alaine's daughter. Her body was frozen with the surprise, with only her fur lifting in the faint wind that channelled down the ancient trench. The girl was high above Caspa, atop the stone wall a picture pretty as if she were artwork displayed on a pedestal, except that gaze could never be compared to the dull eyes of a statue. Elvira was so out of context that Caspa had no idea what to think or how to react to the sight of her. The tiny puppy she had been was gone, and there was a desolate savour to the image of the grown hybrid. Eventually the hound moved nearer to the sheer wall, age-worn into a crumbling rock face, and resting a paw on the rock as if showing her regret at not being able to get higher, returned her stare to the dandelion eyes. "Elvira Winters?" she whispered hoarsely, then cleared her throat. "But… how came you to be here?" Tar-black eyes radiated a blank bewilderment.