The Sentinels that you would be shaking right down to your soul

caiaphas had hoped lasher would disclose some sort of revelation that threaded together her strange encounter with cicero -- and when he shook his head, she felt a sinking feeling embrace her. she could only wonder what motives this piebald wolf had -- and was inclined to believe they were anything but kind. she had known the witch meldresi to be somewhat of a strange figure, guarded and dark -- and burke -- well, caiaphas didn't hold him in very high regard.

"he wanted to know where the pack was now. i did not tell him." she leveled her gaze, as if expecting to be showered with accolades for her very unusual show of loyalty. but the haughty expression was brief, for there seemed in lasher's gaze some sort of brewing trouble that caused her to pause. "now -- what's your problem?"