Ankyra Sound not afraid of the storm that comes my way

ty for the thread, wrap up in your post? :)

caiaphas wondered if for a moment she revealed too much -- but a cursory glance at the pale wolf assuaged her fears. he was hardly more than a yearling -- a sapling -- it was near winter and he was alone. the sad truth of the world, caiaphas thought, was that the young were uniquely unsuited for it. she wouldn't be surprised to learn if he did not make it through the season.

he mentioned he hadn't come across other scents and caiaphas indulged him with a knowing smile -- as if his nose had deceived him.  his inquiry about her titleship remained unanswered. one of the aggravating things about her that he would come to learn is that she was incredibly slippery when questioned. "we live underground." the shard-colored witch supplied, pulling away from his company with a sly look to her ragged countenance. "and it is time i return there. aeternum vale, kjalarr."