Mudminnow River can't hear you now

caiaphas had never had manners, or love, or any sort of kindness instilled in her; those principles were introduced rather late in her life, well after a selfish streak had been firmly installed. she was immediately suspicious of it, but kept her thoughts tight-lipped and un-uttered.

eilidh's mention of the sentinels was enough for the siren to at least pierce together she ought to have known who, or rather what, eilidh was. the snow-colored wolf's evident age, near as caiaphas could tell, placed her arguably at the sentinels at a time in caiaphas' life in which she was intimately familiar with the wolves that called that haunt their home. her weight seemed to settle, as if burdened, and she grimly responded: "the sentinels -- donnelaith?" the bit about feeding her young was only slightly brushed aside - "you born there?"