Ankyra Sound No one's pet

caiaphas let her gaze slide over devin in a noncommittal way, before resting on her trusted beta who had drawn alongside her. she canted a mule-length ear, her expression somewhat nebulous as he explained the reason for his summon. she was always willing to oblige those that called, though she could not help the faint trickle of annoyance stream her conscience that the presenter before her would wish to usurp their resources and leave at its own behest. but in many ways, that was what started saltwinter.

like kjalarr, caiaphas had a certain appreciation for honesty. and like kjalarr, caiaphas valued her beta's input. "if kjalarr believes you worthy, you may stay." the salt queen spoke, returning her harrowed gaze to the coywolf. "but understand that we do not take deadweight, nor do we take kindly to those who take advantage of our coven without returning the favor." caiaphas was willing to induct devin into their fold, if only because lusca was poor company -- but she was not able to risk her pack's wellbeing over a stranger without some sort of collateral.