Ankyra Sound i knew what my witches knew

her brow furrowed as lasher revealed what she did not know. stavanger, no longer? how the tides shifted -- often not in favor of the onlookers that witnessed them. stavanger had been the only real threat when it came to competition within the sound, and even then the distance that scattered between the bay and the sound was so great resources were scarcely contested. she offered only an equal dry smile in rejoinder, having no substantial quip to combat his witticism.

"there used to be." she intoned, wondering what force drove the thriving pack away. "perhaps they left when the tornado hit." it was only a speculation, a musing aloud -- caiaphas had no real reason for her interest besides a common nosiness that often got her in trouble. "so, what drives this move? an enemy i should know of?" distantly caiaphas longed for some sort of excitement in her life -- and lasher seemed the perfect provider for it.