Ankyra Sound something rotten in the state of denmark

"Fine," the dour woman responded, and invited in him to survey the dark cave from whence she had come - the core of her ill-guarded territory. He could only interpret it as acceptance of the terms on offer, and so it happened that the sour and salt-stained wolf Caiaphas became the queen of this years bratstvo.

Vlad wasn't entirely sure how he felt about spending the winter months in a dank tomb, but supposed it was better than being dead. Most scenarios were preferable to being dead. He got to his feet and padded after the dark wraith, his movements blunt and lumbering in comparison to hers. The air was close and thick with scents, but it wasn't as bad down there in the dark as he had imagined. Might even be cozy, if someone would make the effort to drag in a few fans of soft pine to sleep on. The agouti male squinted into the dark, his eyes having yet to adjust. "Where go?" he called into the black.