a thousand teeth, and yours among them

Cara's voice assumption was met with a bland smile, as if Caiaphas was affably suggesting she was guilty as charged. "Visiting friends in Stavanger." She confirmed flawlessly, a wane grin now pressed confidently on her black muzzle. Caiaphas often overlooked the prudence of a singular lie -- she often found herself continuing the trickery until caught. She did not falter -- she could not.

The agouti spoke of Ouroboros, and this evinced an interested look from the coywolf. Her triangular ears pressed forwards, piqued. "A subordinate of Mordecai, I assume." She chirped, delighted by her choice of wordplay.