Ankyra Sound goddamn, man, everybody got bugattis

Rosalyn was not prepared for not only one, but two of the last things she expected to come out of his mouth.  Not to mention in combination.  Immediately, the name Caiaphas drew a reaction, though it was involuntary. Her muzzle wrinkled some, though the second term surprised her enough that she recovered.

"No one's here," she responded, her distaste for her former rival tempered by her lingering gratitude towards their pack.  She hadn't forgotten their help, and had no idea their sentiments towards her for leaving.  "My companion and I have been here a few days and seen no one." That was a bit of a lie, yet true.  She'd heard some, but seen no one.  And she doubted any she heard were the witch's blood.

So she'd been chased from the shore by the beast and taken refuge with the Redhawks.  Seemed they had an affinity for picking up drifters from the coast.  "Has... Caiaphas.... been with you long?"  Her ears twisted back... a husband.  She'd made jokes about it, but what if they were true?  What if Vlad was the husband?  Then he was probably gone now, as gone as before.  And she found the thought hurt less now than it had; Erzulie, and the rest of the crew, had bound her up and left new, more recent wounds to replace them.