Blackbeak Bluff cutting off the blood to ten

Still she missed her audience and continued the show, now tottering slightly before setting herself to scrabbling at the hard earth beneath her paws.  Some demented cause told her, somehow, whatever made the scent might be hiding beneath.  Surprisingly industrious, she spent a few moments at this before calling out once more.  "Coward!  Guess even dead you're a spineless cur."  Her ears tipped back as her lips curled scornfully.  The scent was old and near unintelligible, but it awoke a devil that needed little fanning due to her deluded state.

Finally she noticed Caiaphas, and her fevered stare zeroed in with alacrity.  "You.  Did you see?"  The fur along her spine rose... she recognized that she knew Caiaphas, but did not connect where from.  Not a foe, but not a friend either.