Kintla Flatlands Better for the worst

like a true nonbeliever, nishu inte recoiled from her devout assertion -- quick to focus on her apparent lack of knowledge in his survival. the she-wolf issued a sly smile -- an ugly one that painted her narrow muzzle with insidious humor. "the mother works in ways mortals cannot fathom." she supplied airily, staunch in her conviction despite being an irresolute heathen herself.

it appeared her solitude did not go unnoticed -- caiaphas was quick to shrug, the stab rolling off her shoulders like beads of water on a duck. "i like to be alone sometimes." she rose, stepping towards him with her feral gaze locked on his own. "but you? you always struck me as dependent - social.. where are your friends, nishu?"