Ankyra Sound no sorrow or pity for leaving i feel

she too caught the troubling scent that darkened the waters — as she glanced around, it was difficult to tell what had transpired — but caiaphas knew the scent of the marauder that intermingled with rosalyn’s tracks. 

ironically, that very same wolf had been present the last time caiaphas had come across rosalyn in the wilds. 

her fur too stood on end. she looked to the copper-cream harlot, her face grim. not good.