Ankyra Sound some truths we only see in the corners of our eyes

lusca's tongue barbed her, as it usually did. caiaphas might have been clever, but she was no match for lusca's cutting wit -- in many ways it was lusca that was the wolf, and caiaphas the child. she snarled, her lip curling back in spite. "fine." she conceded -- not because she was cowed by lusca's physical prowess, but because she was too stung by the woman's words to offer a suitable rejoinder. besides, she needed lusca -- at least until the pups were weaned.

with a contemptuous look at the wolf she backed up, swinging wide and making for the shore. she'd be angry for a time, sure, and she'd envision a thousand ways to kill lusca, of course -- but she would never do it.