Ankyra Sound once there was a bee named spider

like the tot in the vanguard of playground conspiracy politics, Wylla paced and drew up conclusions of her own about the intent of those in their midsts. Lycaon slipped his brother a hesitant look as their sister glanced between them seeking affirmation--maybe a corroborating statement that would pin him down as the spy she surmised him to be. "well... i-- Caiaphas is always with him... how could he be?" he thought aloud. the man was practically grafted to the sandwitch at all times. where did he find the time to propagate intel, were he truly a mole? 

Lycaon shifted nervously. he didn't like the sensation of paranoia slipping its gropey hands under his blouse. his ear listed towards Ingram's voice, the rationale behind his possible explanation putting the beta marginally at ease. perhaps there was a better time to showcase his ignorance, but as things had unfolded, Lycaon couldn't help but ask: "remind me again who Arrille is...? the kid they were harassing?"