Ankyra Sound it comes and goes in waves

sorry for the hold up. stopped to get starbucks

Cheery evening, isn't it? 

Startling, Lusca shifted into her lame leg and grimaced––though the pain had mitigated over the weeks, it was still a nagging, troublesome sensation when she wasn't mindful of her weight distribution. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, the rufous female arrived on site of the white-knuckled assembly, approaching Caiaphas foremost with her cheery narration of the scene. Lusca watched in silence, allowing them the doings of social devoir; attitude skewered and eyes narrowed to slits as 'Phas poked her tongue and remarked upon the integrity of her delicious bisque. She knew sarcasm. She was fluent in sarcasm. That was totally sarcasm. Meet me in Hell's Kitchen, ho.

Enough of that. Bouncing off her haunches, the omega put on a polite smile and jogged over to the duo. "Ladies." She tipped her snout at Rosalyn and Rosalyn's shadow, alternating looks between them but also watching Caiaphas out of the corner of her eye. And to the coal-headed matriarch, she turned with a coldness mulling over her countenance and said: "Caiaphas." Her lip snagged on her tooth––a smarmy smile if anything at all.