Blackbeak Bluff and when you wanted blood, i cut my veins

he was polite enough - minus the stare. caiaphas supposed if she had to be entertaining men, that his presence was preferable. she had always liked the cheeky men — it was one of the few reasons she had made a terrible nereides matriarch. 

he shared just enough for the sylph to devise her own conclusions about just which pack he heralded from - she said little else, though allowed a curt dip of her head in rejoinder.  

vale, stranger. the matriarch purled, watching as his long form turned to depart. she would linger a little longer — there was a cache or two that required her attention.