Cerulean Cape there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

he rose and she refrained from slinking back, half expecting to be struck for her insolent stare. yet his tail remained neutral, and his stance ambivalent. she was not certain if this was some deceptive maneuver on his part, yet all the same she (stupidly) stood her ground.

whether or not she was exactly what he was looking for was irrelevant -- all caiaphas was looking for was an easy target. he didn't really look the part of easy game, and caiaphas didn't often like to push her luck in front of strangers. opting instead to remain casual (though her mind still schemed ways in which she could somehow use this situation to her advantage) the she-wolf spoke. "who are you?"