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she caught his smile and sought to end it with a scolding expression -- a deep scowl that somehow darkened her already pitch-black muzzle. she would provide this information readily enough so long as arrille did not become too arrogant or pushy in his requests -- she was not a wolf to be trifled with and kept his muzzle in the corner of her eyes as she began to speak.

"wolves change, arrille." she started wearily, a flick of her tail given as she drew onto her haunches like a cat. "did you see the white wolf with him? the one with the disfigured face?" she waited for him to answer before continuing. "that was not your mother, was it?" she paused then, examining the wolf in her memory with careful scrutiny. it was not ondine - she knew that -- but it had replaced her. it was not hard to measure from the white wolf's possessiveness of kjalarr that somehow, he had become involved with her. caiaphas did not assume -- or care to assume -- just how involved that relationship was, but she had lived long enough to recognize a tethered wolf when she saw it.

there was something sad about a wolf in chains, as if the feralness had been bled from it. whatever haunting and terrible beauty it was that shaped the wolf was lost when it was cornered and trapped. that wolf had no beauty to it, no cunning or majestic light. "he's not the kjalarr i knew either. if it was not obvious, he no longer loves you. there is very little that is less deserving of devotion than a family that will not carry the torch for you, arrille."