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it seemed her words had some subduing affect on arrille, who grew less intense as she spoke. this pleased caiaphas, for it showed her that arrille had some measure of control -- and in some ways, rationality. she would tolerate him not liking the gaunt ghost's presence, but would not tolerate hearing any ill words expressed. that was simply not the way of the pack -- if they were to subsist and to thrive, they needed to respect one another.

respect, she noted, had a funny way of excluding preferences -- there were many wolves she respected that she loathed. "be careful who you speak ill of, arrille." she cautioned simply, one thin wrist placed over the other as she did so. "words have a strange way of coming back to hound your heels. it's better to not burn any relationships if you can help it." strangely altruistic words from one as impetuous as caiaphas was -- but she lived a life she did not wish to see repeated in arrille. "your father saw to it that he ended any good will you and i have towards him. a shame, but we are better off knowing."