Blackbeak Bluff as a game i put my hand over the flame

admittedly, caiaphas was thinking of what kind of meal she might happen upon in the tidal flats just beyond red when he spoke; her yellow eyes returned to his robust visage, studying with a crow's scrutiny the mirth in his gunmetal gaze.

many wolves often find their humorous comments returned to sender by the sharp stamp of teeth; some are lucky enough to simply earn the contempt of their company, while others find a pithy joke falls flat -- caiaphas, having had little in the way of intellectual banter as of late, hooked her gaze upon his with a harpish fervor. "so i am in good company, then." she smoothly rejoined, the tip of her tail slightly arced in quiet humor.