Blackbeak Bluff touch my loot, feel my boot

it seemed she had unwittingly dislodged a crack in the wolf's exterior -- he seemed visibly vexed by her deflection. a smug, atrocious smile dimly spread across her loathsome muzzle, but she made no comment in regards to her discovery.  the waif perched primly on her haunches, never once allowing her gaze to stray from the weather-worn wolf's visage. many wolves were rocked to discomfiture by her intensity, but it seemed the only thing that ruffled ferahgo so far was her indirectness. unfortunately for the peppered male, he was not the first to fall into her spidery contrivance and would certainly not be the last. "captain feralgo." the mispronunciation was deliberate, yet her expression suggested she was innocent to such a blunder. vlad would have delighted in encountering this character -- caiaphas had no doubts he would have immediately pointed out the synchronicity of their names -- blackface and blackbeard. she suddenly turned to the forest as if inspecting it for the first time. "why, more trees of course." was there any creature in the entire of the earth more obtuse than caiaphas in this given moment?