Ankyra Sound i knew what my witches knew

lasher spoke, though caiaphas felt no more in the loop than she had before. a murder was a most egregious crime -- even she knew that -- but to relocate the lives of an entire pack to avoid the affronter? her brow furrowed. she would have had him killed on the shore, his blood to soak the sand and go from vivid red to a dull and besmirched brown.

but she was not lasher, and he was not her -- the imaginary slaying of this unknown enemy remained unspoken.

in either event, south of stavanger was a long way from here -- and in the winter, doubly so. caiaphas had not forgotten about winter. it hounded her the saem way kevlyn's death did -- a constant and worrisome deluge of grim promise. "die, probably." the she-wolf replied sourly, a faint tinge of realism in her voice. "the grotto is relatively sheltered. enough that the elements would not kill me. but the state of my cache.. that leaves a little to be wanted." she sniggered at her poorly placed joke. "but what of you? your pack should comb the beach, the most food is there. the move will shake your ranks, surely."