Blackbeak Bluff cutting off the blood to ten

caiaphas' brow furrowed in quick confusion, her eyebrows angled upward as she watched rosalyn turn to face her. it was clear now the wolf was out of her mind -- berserk -- and caiaphas, ever the wayward steward, really didn't want to steer her back if it meant she could have a little amusement first. the question the red-faced wolf asked prompted an inner turmoil in the sea-wolf. she could tell the truth, but where was the fun in that?

naturally, she lied. "oh, yeah. spineless cur and all that." she supplied with an affirmative nod of her muzzle in the direction she assumed the phantom cur had been situated in.