Ocean's Breath Plateau six vices become wrath

it is the cinnamoned she-wolf that speaks first; caiaphas' ears perked instinctively at the wry twist of her words, the strange affectation of her tone that speaks of a foreign and strange upraising. the siren queen had not missed there was a bond between the two she-wolves she could not quite articulate -- but if they could be augmented into allies rather than enemies, caiaphas was willing to turn her cheek (just this once).

she studied the two of them for a long moment, her mind weighing the decision. if it came to it, and the two turned against her, would her children be safe? and what if they came for raleska or svalinn's throats too?

but her children were not so young anymore; day by day, they blossomed into their rapidly changing, growing bodies. and then it would be three against two, gods forbid it ever came to it.

caiaphas had changed too much since saltwinter; she was still an errant and embittered creature, but she picked her battles more carefully now -- the ugly wound that snaked her muzzle attested to that. after drawing a measured and contemplative blink, she spoke again. "the grudge is buried. we are going north -- to look for the rest of my brood." she motioned to the loitering youths behind her, though in her heart she knew she would not find them at ankyra. "we were separated - chased out by a bear, then a storm took three and my mate. if they are alive, they will be at the sound.. which reminds me -- the last time i saw you, there was a wolf with us that looked as if she would want to kill you. do you know who she was?" caiaphas had known only she was drageda -- and at the time, had been more of an enemy than rosalyn.