Totoka River let it spill quietly from your hands

caiaphas continued the circle, and wednesday parried -- the two of them prowled, not unlike big cats deciding who would tear into the gazelle first. caiaphas's hackles remained flared and the seedy rims of her fiery gaze hardened. this wolf was trying to play her.

the scullion halted, a formidable expression crossing her muzzle as her gaze pointedly grazed along wednesday's visible injuries. "no need to offer you anything -- in your state." the coywolf was quick -- the dryness of her words sharper than any weapon. "a lie. ferahgo knows where i live. there's a reason i know his name and i'm still alive." also a lie. a bold-faced, convincing lie. despite her inert position, she tensed herself lest wednesday loom within striking distance. she was not deadset in her conviction that wednesday was lying, but all the same, she felt a need to regain the upperhand in their strangely stilted conversation. "now, where can i find out dear captain these days?"