Ankyra Sound [VS] don't want no sugar in my coffee; makes me mean

lying low was a skill caiaphas had spent most of her life polishing, yet as she heard the sound of scuffle and the howl that followed, the siren did anything but.

she was yet to be fully healed, and as she strode upon the scene of disturbed sand and blood, her own wounds seemed to stir in sharp reminder. lying on the sand was the downed form of their alpha — and tearing off like a hellcat on fire was the distant form of a bristling rosalyn.

caiaphas apprised all of this with a dull flick of her eyes. firefly was wounded, and a stain of crimson seeped the sand beneath him. she called for her daughter’s aid, shouldering the felled male on her thin body. the two carried him to where she had been tended to in the grotto, and once settled the siren called for @Erzulie, for if firefly was wounded it was likely his victor was in turn.