The Sentinels we were made of lightning

last post for me :)

lasher was quick to supply a rejoinder -- caiaphas remained silent, her gaze adverted. she had perhaps said too much, too unkindly -- and for a moment she considered lasher's feelings. the empathy was fleeting, and as quickly as she had drawn the keen blade of her tongue she sheathed it. she was unwilling to discuss any further her contempt and distrust for ferahgo and his crew. "then we wait for her to show herself." the salt witch rose, her gaze trailing to each of the wolves before her before she dipped her head and made her leave.