Ankyra Sound shame spiral

as she crashed towards the wolf, she could not help but notice rosalyn -- idle and indifferent. a snarl crumpled her features and she stepped towards vlad with coldness icing her unkind yellow gaze. he had left her -- during war -- and that was a crime in which was tantamount to none. he was a traitor, and would be branded thus.

and yet, a thought snaked its way into caiaphas' mind -- dark and insidious like the slow spread of an oil-spill. she rose her ugly head and stared levelly at rosalyn -- the wolf, who had in their entire acquaintanceship, never once lifted a finger to help the homestead. even vlad's taunting did not detract caiaphas from her sudden and new-placed ire.

"no." she interjected coldly -- commanding. "no promises -- you have already broken too many." she stepped towards him, her body language authoritative by the height in which she held her sharp muzzle and banded tail. "here is a deal, traitor -- kill her, and i will "meck wife" and let you back into saltwinter." she did not even address what would happen should he refuse -- for within her tourmaline gaze there was a promise of violence exacted upon him should he betray again.