Ocean's Breath Plateau six vices become wrath

the siren saw the protective bite of erzulie’s gaze, and sensed the woman was poised not unlike a snake concealed under a swath of leaf litter. she thought she detected lingering unease - more so than her reunion with an old enemy warranted. perhaps the road had been unfavorable.  

she had little loyalty remaining to the redhawks, and the indifference to hear her old pack had been at hand was easily decipherable. better the redhawks than one of caiaphas’ true enemies — but what was it Rosalyn had done to earn the contempt of their teeth?

does it look like we are still with them? caiaphas queried following rosalyn’s veiled accusation. her gaze shifted to the two cubs in tow, who appeared just as roadworn and roughshod as them. we’ve had some irreconcilable differences. a change in scenery was required. the sylph’s tone was dry, and the faintest hint of a smug sneer accompanied her words. we’re headed north. caiaphas supposed exchanging this information freely with rosalyn might keep the old hag from any backbiting— after all, what was the expression? keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?