Ankyra Sound Fight against the sun

understandably, the stranger seemed offput by caiaphas' query. but that was the way of the world, wasn't it? to caiaphas the statement had begged the question -- and to slate, the inquiry begged a snarky response.

the siren felt a prickle of hair along her spine as she listened to the wolf's narrative and it took a sharp turn for the sardonic; a keen scowl graced her features and her haggard yellow eyes became somewhat flinty. caiaphas had never possessed a great sense of humor, and if she had any wit at all it came at another's expense. exactling sharp quips on the unsuspecting was a talent of hers, yet when the tables were flipped she didn't much care for it.

"how do you figure?" she replied airly, as if it were some great surprise this wolf was not, as she put it, 'a bitch'. "saltwinter doesn't need bitches, but hunters and killers would do."