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another unexpected diversion -- the flash of her golden son -- sailed through her vision. it was enough to break the mood caiaphas had been delighted to see accruing -- but instead, the hostility in her fighting partner went out like a flame held to the wind.

she stepped back, finding little sport in taunting a wolf that was outmatched. too often the tables had been reversed and it was she in that role; she did not envy him for it. "caiaphas. and this --" she motioned with a rather proud tilt of her head towards the threatening presence of her son-turned-guard-hound - "is my son. nice to meet ya."