Ankyra Sound you sleep with pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!

caiaphas' lantern gaze focused on the gaunt wolf before her, bemused by the moniker he had been given. rat. she had seen a great many rats during her sojourn through the grotto's tunnels -- and yet, none so sorry looking as he.

it was clear she was sizing him up, in the way a serpent may eye its quarry. perhaps she judged wrongly, but it was evident she perceived he was of little threat. vlad's roaring guffaw seemed to have diffused the dislike that at first radiated from the shrill woman. even so, it did not detract from caiaphas wondering if they had truly dined on a wolf only moments before..

ah well - caiaphas had committed her own iniquities as of late, and was not one to judge company based on their criminal record. "how'd you get the name then?" she inquired of the feral looking creature, her lower jaw jutted in speculation.