Ankyra Sound no sorrow or pity for leaving i feel

the chai-hued wolf's eyes closed, mint green briefly eclipsed by copper. caiaphas frowned at the answer - not good, indeed. to her, it seemed a terribly useless effort -- and it was disappointing in some way to see the scuffle appeared bloodless. had the russet woman not fought back, the furious will of survival hot at her throat?

in any event, it did little good to contemplate while out in the open, vulnerable. this meant more to caiaphas than simply bad neighbors -- this meant the wolves would go so far as to sow enmity in those that lived alongside them. she did not respond to erzulie's edict, though she believed it -- instead she threw back her head in a howl for her children - so that they may reconvene later that night, and discuss the unpleasant news of rosalyn's disappearance.

unpleasant business for an unpleasant life. caiaphas felt her teeth set on edge as she and erzulie made for the grotto - she would reflect in the stony depths on their next course of action, while erzulie spread the grim news to her children.