Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

Sarah turned around to face the person, who had spoken to her. She did not recognize the scrawny hag-like wolfess, who looked as if it owed to Death himself. Then her eyes narrowed and there was a faint memory of an episode in the summer. Severe injury, smell of pestering wounds and rottnig flesh and her sense of duty to help a weakling cross the rainbow bridge. 

"How curious," Sarah replied and smiled coldly at Caiaphas, amused by the run-in. "Are you offering?" she tilted her head to the side and eyed the other one curiously.