Ankyra Sound the cloth i'm cut from don't take too kindly to being held down in restraint

The hackles of learned defensiveness remained flared. Lusca was reluctant to invest trust in any wolf who voluntarily integrated into Saltwinter; thereby sustaining it, giving Caiaphas more clout and a stronger whiphand used to cast her javelin of royal bitchiness. She wasn't buying it. "I'd argue that formal meetings are the gateway drug to formal beatings." Lusca said, eying the female in anticipation of her reaction.