Firefly Glen just the same as i was

caiaphas swung her head towards the wolf, raking down his patchwork frame and noting the sparseness of his frame that suggested he was either an underling or underfed. her mule-length ears cupped forward as he spoke, his inquiry worded in the most strange of manners. caiaphas knew where the blacktail wolves had resided -- but she knew better than to trust a blackfeather wolf further than she could throw them. she had already been burned once by meldresi -- had she known the black witch dead and rotting she would have crowed in delight to learn of yet another one of life's cruel, delightful ironies.

"does the wolf know?" she posed, her needle-thin head canted sideways as she mocked his speech pattern mercilessly. "the wolf knows." the svelte salt-queen confirmed -- but she was not about to put lasher nor his kin in any unwitting danger. "the wolf does not give out any favors to the dark brotherhood." her expression darkened into a menacing scowl. "the dark brotherhood broke their promise. is this what the mother teaches?"