Firefly Glen just the same as i was

caiaphas weighed her options - she could tell the truth and betray lasher, or she could lie and betray what seemed to be the promising start to a witty and spectacular friendship -- if short-lived. she had learned enough in her short dealings with the dark brotherhood -- not once had she been burned, but twice --she still recalled the tail-less abomination that had caused her hair to stand on trigger-end. 

she canted her slender muzzle, peering at the mismatched wolf out of the corner of her eye. "how can i trust you?" she queried, breaking very game's only rule - tit for tat. "there better not be bad blood - the blackfeather wolves have many allies." she insinuated, her tongue unsheathed from her narrow maw. "myself among them. i will tell you -- but only if you come to my coven as an interminable resident." a proposition she knew the wolf would refuse, though it would have delighted her to introduce cicero to lusca.