Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

there had been very few pleasant encounters in caiaphas’ life, and certainly none of them from Drageda — yet she accepted the woman’s opinion, wondering if perhaps erzulie’s more likeable charm had anything to do with it. certainly, it didn’t hurt. 

at the mention of women only, caiaphas paused from her desecration of the male’s scentline. it is no better. she had little fondness of her days in nereides, though she missed terribly the wolves that once warred besides her. there must be a balance. the first time i settled here was as a neophyte with the nereides. a matriarchal pack - men no better than slaves. do you see any evidence of their claim here? she looked around them with a face full of disdain and nostalgia at once. they were not balanced. they fell. i became their matriarch, and i fell too. only the strong survive, male or female, does not matter.  but we are here long after.